What's your fishing story?

Discussion in 'Channel Catfish' started by catman529, Oct 14, 2006.

  1. catman529

    catman529 New Member

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    Share your fishin' story about your first catfish, biggest catfish, or a bizarre or crazy story.

    Only thing I ask is, write a true story. If it is a fish tale, either don't write it or say that it is.

    CONTEST:: Sometime in January I will find the best story and donate gold coins to that person. A few things that will increase your chances of winning are a well written story, interesting topic, something that people will love to read. Fish 'tales' are not qualified.
     
  2. MR SANDMAN 800

    MR SANDMAN 800 New Member

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    The first channel I caught was in my neighbors pond that was about a mile away from my house. I was about 12 or 13 and couldn't drive so I had to walk to it. I always used to take a direct route from my house and had to walk through some tall grass/weeds. Anyway, I took my grandma there one time and I was using a bobber with a plastic yellow grub w/ a black head. The pond was full of small bluegill so I always used to use jigs. My bobber went down and could tell it was bigger than a bluegill and when I got it in, it was about a 2-3 lb channel. I was so excited, then the excitement kind of went away when neither my grandma or I could get the hook out. I didn't want to cut the line so I ran with the fish and fishing pole back to my house, leaving my grandma at the pond. We had a horse tank next to our house that had some water in it that I used to put frogs/turtles that I'd catch in it. I put the cat in there and went inside to tell my dad so he could unhook the fish. Once the fish was unhooked I ran back to the pond and released him(he actually swam away.) My parents weren't very happy that I left my grandma at the pond so they made us come back home after I released him. Needless to say, it was a crazy way to catch my first cat and a very memorable experience.
     

  3. catman529

    catman529 New Member

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    Post your stories here. The winner will receive 20 gold coins.

    Thanks mr sandman for sharing your great story.
     
  4. 223reload

    223reload New Member

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    Ive got tons but once i was trying desperately to get my wife interested in catfishing we went to a pay lake an we caught a ton but one fish was memorable cause my wife threw out the line and about two seconds later it took off so she fights it for a while gets it in when i went to unhook it the leader had a whisker tied in a knot around it about three inches from the hook and it wasnt even hooked
     
  5. kat in the hat

    kat in the hat New Member

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    I'm so mad right now! I just spent 30 minutes typing a story only to have the computer kick me off, and lost my work. Anyway here's the shortened version. Once I was wading in the salt river with some minnows, and an ultralight as I have done may times before, catching some pan size channels. I had worked my way about a quarter mile down stream, caught 4 good keeper cats, and was gonna fish this ripple and head back to the car as it was getting warm out, and the bite had shut down for the day. I had tied my stinger to a stick, and set my minnow bucket down on a gravel bar, and headed down about 50 yards to the ripple. After a few casts, I noticed my bucket was floating towards me. I picked it up and thought "That's wierd". About 2 miutes later I realized what was going on. The river was coming up fast!!! Where the water was once knee deep was now waist deep, and rushing at me. Within a few short minutes the water was up to my chest, and I could barely keep my footing, but somehow I kept going and making headway. Eventually I managed to pull myself out of the water into a ditch that wasn't flooded. After a walk of several hundred yards of walking through nettles, ivy, and cut-grass, I made it back to the parking lot. When I got there, there was a ranger, and I told him what had happened and he said "When the water is up like this the best spot to fish is down there off the low water crossing." I said " No s*#t? I think I've had enough fishing for today." For real, I barely made it out alive!!!
     
  6. catman529

    catman529 New Member

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    Thanks kat in the hat. Great story, I hope that never happens to me.

    Here's a tip to prevent your computer losing your story: Every few sentences, select the entire story by pressing CTRL+A. Then press CTRL+C to copy the text. Create a plain text file in your computer and paste the text into the text file by pressing CTRL+V. Save your text file every time you do this so if your computer has a problem you will have saved everything. To use the CTRL commands, hold the CTRL key down and press the letter key (A, C or V) at the same time. You might have known this but I thought it would help anyway.
     
  7. whiskers77

    whiskers77 New Member

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    I remember when I was about 13 years old on weekends my parents would drop me off at a local county park lake so that I could fish all day. My parents nor my brother fished so a lot of times I was on my own. I loved fishing so much that I didn't mind fishing alone. The 1 particular day I was fishing the action was real slow, no bites, nobody catching much around the lake, it was maybe about 2 in the afternoon and I was desperate for even a nibble. I remember wanting to catch a fish so bad that I said a little silent prayer asking for help. I remember being very sincere in my prayer and I wasn't the type of person to just pray for something everytime I wanted it, to me it felt selfish to do so. Shortly after my prayer my heart pounded as I got a big run on my cheap zebco rod and reel, I had cat on and he was putting a decent fight. I fought him for about a minute and I then felt my line go to slack (drag not set propperly, hook tied on with granny knots, inexperienced fisherman, the list goes on and on). I was immediately bummed out as I realized I had lost the fish, but shortly after that I started to reflect on what had happened. I felt a sense of warmth and amazement as I realized a prayer had been answered. Instead of being upset I remember feeling greatful for the opportunity I had just had. That is the day that I learned that fishing is about a lot more than just catching fish.
     
  8. kat in the hat

    kat in the hat New Member

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    I am techno-challenged, plus dial up sucks!
     
  9. kat in the hat

    kat in the hat New Member

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    Here's one for ya. Once I was fishing, just mindin' my business when I heard some splashing and commotion a few yards away. I looked to investigate and was surprised to see a snake trying to swallow a bullfrog. I decided to rescue the frog, so I pulled out my flask, and poured a few drops of whiskey into the snakes mouth and it dropped the frog like a hot rock. A little bit later I heard a noise at my feet. When I looked down, there was that snake. He had another frog! Ha.
     
  10. true1212

    true1212 New Member

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    Mine has to be when i was at my grandmas house who lives right against the ohio river, me and my dad were using up the turkey bacon from the mornings breakfast we threw out some turkey bacon and in 1 hour caught 5 nice sized eating channel cats but since it was the ohio river, we had to throw them back. It was also 30 degrees out too!
     
  11. benneeb0y

    benneeb0y New Member

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    i was fishing one fine friday night and i wasnt getting any bites and i was feeling a lil tired so i laid back on the bench and dozed off. next thing i know i jump out my sleep and look up and i see a huge light shining on me. im like what the heck. aww man ima be abducted by aliens or something. i think to my self that's how it happens one guy by himself in the woods fishing. then the rest of my senses wake up i a hear the propeller of a helicopter. the chopper is maybe 50 to 60 feet above me circling. so not sure what was going on i grab my fishing pole and start reeling in. im scared and thinkin i pissed off the wrong person and they sent a profession hit squad or somethin after me. so i grab all my stuff and take off through the woods and the copter is following me circling, shining the light on me. and ima bout a 1/4 mile from the car when i notice two red dots on my shirt. i just froze and was like damn this is it ima bout to get. next thing i kno two guys come around the corners guns drawn and i look and its damn fairfax's finest. i was aww im glad it you guys. they ask was i byself and was i fishing. i just gave them a dumfounded look like u see i got two poles in my hand and a tackle box. they then said well we will escort you outa here. im like okay sure thing. we get to the parking area and they ask me for my fishing license and id. i give it to them and then the park/lake manager comes over and we started talking. he tells the officers im allowed to be there and how his buddy caught a 30# channel out of the lake tha other night. the officers gave me my stuff and told me have a good night. and thats the truth.
     
  12. IrishO'Brady

    IrishO'Brady New Member

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    Well this isnt a catifh story, but its a trout story... and a very true one:

    When I was real young I would take my granpas microlite down to the river and fish for trout. My granpa made me a stringe out of somew nylon rope a 4" piece of copper wiring. One day in particular I was wading the creek right outside their back yard (fightingtown creek in BlueRidge, for any of you Ga folks) and was doing great. So far I had caught 6 shiny rainbows and they were all hanging by my belt loop on my stringer, ready to be cooked for supper when I got done fishing. I was so proud at that moment. Anyway....
    I feel a hard tug at my side, and look over to find I only have 5 trout.
    5 ?!?!?! what could have pulled it off granpas stringer!?!?
    I figured maybe it fell off...
    And after a few more minutes it happened again... and I was down to 4 trout. Supper was starting to look like a snack, and now I wasn't so proud. This was no accident... I was being trout thefted.I double checked my stringer and my belt loops... no problems....
    So this time I was going to be ready... I was going to pretend to be fishing and watch out of the corner of my eye.
    I saw something start to move and when I turned to see it I Gasped in sheer horror. So terrified was I that for a solid minute I was frozen. I couldnt even move. The ugly creature just sat there looking at me, and I at him. Then I let it out...
    AHHHHHHHH!!!!!
    I ran to granpa, begging him to save me. When he asked me what it was, I told him... It was like an alligator, but it had paws like a dog, and a giant frill around its head like a monster or a dinoaur, and beady black eyes like a devil, and a giant head and mout like a catfish. And it was HUGE. Half the size of my whole body. My granps began to laugh hyseterically, and said " Ive been robbed before too son...
    the thief that scared you is a waterdog, and they get pretty dern big up here" A what?!?! A waterdog???
    I'll never forget that... my grandfather passed away a few years ago but its story like this that keep him alive and well.
    And remember ... beware the waterdog:wink:
     
  13. gardengrz

    gardengrz New Member

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    this was back in the 70s me and two others went to the huron pierin huron ohio on lake erie.we were just night fishin thats all and we took a big coleman cooler full of beer on ice. well we started catching nice channel cats one right after another and ended up drinkin all the beer and fillin that cooler with cats.iv been hooked on catfishin ever since but i no longer drink tho:big_smile:
     
  14. catman529

    catman529 New Member

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    whiskers77 your story has potential
     
  15. catman529

    catman529 New Member

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    Keep em coming...

    thanx everyone who has shared their tales
     
  16. georgiamike

    georgiamike New Member

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    When I was about 12 a buddy of mine and I would go fishing in this creek that was no more than about 15 or 20 feet accross at the widest point, it was in a pretty thick wooded area and we would sometimes stay all night. Needless to say, it could be a little spooky. One night while laying on the bank with rod in hand, I had a really hard strike and began fighting the fish, after about a minute the line just became heavy, no fighting at all, I reeled it in and on my hook was about a 5 pounder. The wierd part was, this 5 pounder was foul hooked and looked like it had been dead for a day or so, looked like he had been eatin on by something.
     
  17. LiquidSteel

    LiquidSteel New Member

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    The first time I was able to go fishin and be focused, I must have been about 5 or 6 years old. My Grampa took me to a lake outside of St. Joseph MO. He always had a home made dough ball bait recipe. Granma would cook us up some breakfast about 5 am, and then make some fresh bait too. My grampa and I went out to this lake (Id gove $$$ to some one that could help me find it again) and we fished for about six hours. At the end of our fishing day, the lake was covered with cotton fuzz, and I couldnt tell what was my bobber, and what was fuzz stuck to the surface of the lake. So he told me to reel in my little Zebco 202. I began to rell it in, when I felt something pulling at the other end. I yanked on it as hard as I could, and had been able to snag a metal stringer. This stringer had a 10 pound carp at one end, and he wasnt happy. The lilttle reel began to sing a sad, long song of WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.......

    My granpas face lit up and he kept yelling "hold that rod up, hold it up..." I kept fighting my stringer with fish in tow, and he could tell it was about to be a losing battle on my end. Grampa walked down to the waters edge, picked me up, put me over his shoulder and began to walk towards his pick up. "Hang on Kenny", I can still hear him yelling this out with a cheer in his voice. About twenty yards later, the large carp was beached on the shore. He picked up the stringer, and showed me what we had caught. To this day, Im not sure who was prouder, me or him. Also to this day, I still have that stringer, haning up on my garage wall.

    God Bless Bill Felt!

    Kenny
     
  18. s_man

    s_man New Member

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    First off I have to give it to Matt for two great stories, But my vote goes to Ben for the wierdest and funniest. LOL, Black copters and red dots, Thats too much. Was the president in the area or what? Was this lone guy sleeping on the shore with a couple poles and a tackle box a threat to national security or what? Did you look like you had a Stinger missle or something, LOL. I woulda freaked when I saw the red dots. Great story, remember to tell that one to the grandkids.
     
  19. s_man

    s_man New Member

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    My first time trying for flatheads was what got me hooked. For 29 years I thought I was a catfisherman, going to the river or the city park pond when I was still in school, using worms and liver. I'd catch about two channel cats per year. Then one day at work I came across the catfish In-sider magizine. I read that cover to cover and got one of their books and read that all winter. Well when summer came I was ready with me zebco 33s and uglystiks, and 2 plastic shakespere spinning reel combos from wally world that cost 17 bucks each. I thought I was ready for any cat in the river. Well I was just starting to date my wife at the time and took her on a fishing date. I made her carry the bait bucket full of water and gills a half mile through the woods. She tripped on a log and broke the handel on the bucket, and twisted her ankle. When we made it to the river I casted out four poles and ended up catching 5 fish that night. One 3lb channel and 4 flatheads from 2 to 6 lbs. It was the best night I ever had catfishing up to that night. I put all the info I read and went out and caught fish. If that night would have been a wash I might not be a catfisherman today.
     
  20. TX Fisherman

    TX Fisherman New Member

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    i was 5 or 6 when i caught my first catfish, i caught it in a little pond that had tons of bluegill, anyways my dad had forgot my fishing pole, so after borrowing friends poles my dad decided i needed to get a pole or he wouldnt let me fish, so after playing around a little bit i had it! i decided to use a large stick and My dad tied on some fishing line after sitting there for about an hour and a half i finnaly caught a fish, this suprised me alot cause i didnt have a reel so i didnt know what to till finnaly i started pulling in the fish, then when i was lifting it up, snap went the line and it went into the water, i got really really worked up about it until i realized that someone had thrown my line out again and the was a fish on it! this time i landed it though not big it was 1 and 1/2 pounds and that is one trip i will never forget!