I just thought it might be interesting to talk about funny things that have happened while fishing, or your best memories. Here are a few from my files. About 8 years ago in a small lake called black creek lake in Texas my dad and I were catfishing. I had made some cheesey doughbait that wasnt stable enough to stay on the hook. I started pulling pieces off and throwing them into the water and watching perch eat it. After awhile I had thrown more in than the baitfish to eat and some large carp 10-20# came up and started sucking the stuff down. I grabbed my sandwhich ripped off a corner fo the bread put it on a treble hook with no weight and held it on the surface. A few seconds later one of the carp surfaced and sucked my bait down. I hooked the thing and it started taking out line. After a few minutes of fighting, we realized that the bank was a good 6 foot drop and no way we could lift this carp. I walked it down the bank to a smaller cliff. The carp did another run and wrapped a log about 5 foot from the bank. I took my shoes off wadded out to the log and just as hook came out I had grabbed the fish. I had him a classic bear hug. I get to the bank which is not sloped but almost a straight drop, and the ledge is about 3 foot. I jump and when I do I land laying down, and squeezed the fish on impact. Eggs, thousands of them squirted into the air. My shirt was covered. My dad was on the bank facing my direction at the time. He picked up the fish and turned around and somehow eggs were on his back. At the same lake one year we were fishing. We heard a rustling noise that sounded like wind. We looked behind us, coming through the forest was the largest dirt devil/dust devil ever. It went through our camp picked up a coleman gas grill we had brought to cook with. We looked into the sky and peoples, paper towel rolls were soaring about 1 mile high, along with newpaper. My dad and I immediate hit the ground and lied down on our gear. The devil went across the cove we were at, and turned into a water spout. Once on the other side it found a spot were about 30 tents from a boyscout group were located. It proceeded to throw about 1/3 of them into the lake, damaged a few others, and pretty much uprooted the rest. For hours trash was raining down. The grill we had, missed landing on our truck by a few foot. It appeared to have been thrown several feet in the air, and this is a decent sized grill, Id guess 20#. Some of my best memories are: Fishing in my grandpa tank. We would leave a cane pole baited, come out the next morning and find it floating being drug around by a small cat. At the same house, the turkey's would come near the house each morning. My brother and I came up with the idea that if you shot a turkey in the head with a bb gun you could knock it out/kill it. One night we cocked our bb gun and set out on the back porch. We turned a poker table over sideway as a barrier. The next morning a few minutes before the turkeys normally showed up I krept out and waited behind the table. When they came up I chose the biggest gobbler I could find. I sighted his head in and hit him perfectly. As all the other turkeys flew this gobbler danced around dazed. I thought for sure he was gonna fall, or die so I jumped up and charged him. Apparently it had only winded him and he flew off before I got to him.