|05-07-2002 01:57 PM|
|Brad||Those are the memories that you will always cherish. I got stuck to my waist in a bog in Maine one year and had to wait to get rescued. Later that year I got stuck in a pond on the cape and lost my wading boots trying to get out. Also try to learn from your mistakes.|
|05-07-2002 10:27 AM|
|pmflyfisher||Usually mine involve forgetting some critical item, thank god I have not had a good dunking in probably 20 years (Knock on wood etc..) the last one was a real cold michigan march dunking into a black muck swamp. Luckily it happened on probably my best single day of steelheading hooking 15 and landing 3 in one morning on St. Patricks day.|
|05-06-2002 09:46 PM|
|John Desjardins||We've all had those days. Normally mine involve an accidental swim :hehe:.|
|05-06-2002 09:04 PM|
That was the first of hopefully many "helment fires" to come. At least you didn't wrap the fly line up in the prop as well. Been there.......done that.
|05-06-2002 02:37 PM|
Haven't had a day like that yet, but learning to cast, I have snapped the line and spooked more fish than I have caught the first two years out there... so I know where you are coming from.
Hope next trip is less crashing and more casting!
|05-06-2002 02:37 PM|
Don't sweat it pal, you're amongst the greatest of screwball here. Just ask Striblue, he's pulled somereal doozys
We all have our moments...a certain anchor toss comes to mind.
|05-06-2002 01:58 PM|
Have you ever had one of those days?
If any of you were fishing on Lake Taneycomo this weekend, you could not have missed me.
I was all thumbs, left feet, discombobulated, and just plain screwed up.
I get to the river with my newly rented jon boat. One of the locals greets me and says the water is too low for my boat. I dismiss his advice and put on anyways.
So, there I am, in the boat with my duck dog and a trout rises next to the boat. My dog, being the vigilant hunter he is, decides it must be a diving duck and launches himself into the water, amidst the wading fishermen.
So, I am mortified, and decide it's best to leave that little section of water. So I fire up the engine and start heading downstream. Little did I know that the bottom of the river was coming up to meet my boat, and with a loud grinding sound, the prop bites into the riverbed, probably sending the fish into the next county. So, exasperated, I jump out of the boat (sans waders) and push my boat back to the launch where I hope to escape unnoticed.
To all the fishermen out there that day...I apologize. I'm really not that screwed up! We've all had days like this, right?:eyecrazy: