Funny Fishing or Hunting Stories

[gonefishin]

If you've hunted and fished all of you life like I have then you know some of the funniest things can happen in the outdoors. This is a place to post these comical experiences. You can tell your stories or stories you've heard from others. I'll start it off with a story I posted in another thread earlier.

About 4 years ago I went to the beach to get me some flounder. I had just built my beautiful modified floundering light and couldn't wait to try it. When I got down there I fired up the old light and was pleased with the wonderful job I had done building it. I floundered for a little while and decided to move to another location. Upon arriving at my truck I turned the valve off and realized that for some reason it wouldn't shut off. The light would sit there and burn very slow. Had to be a manufacturer's flaw since I was now the expert on coleman lanterns and my modifications couldn't have caused this problem. Well, if you know anything about a lantern then you would know they work off of pressure. I couldn't drive down the beach with a lantern still burning inside my truck so I had the bright idea to open up the lid where the fuel goes and let off the pressure. The lantern was sitting inside my truck on the seat and I opened the cap slightly. Coleman fuel proceeded to erupt from the tank and immediately caught on fire. I grabbed the handle to get the lantern out of my truck. When I pulled it out the fuel poured out (since the cap was now open) and caught on fire as it poured on the ground. So there I was swinging this flaming lantern around with fire all around me at 2:00 in the morning on the side of Hwy 90. I looked llike I was attempting some sort of ritual with a big torch in hand:laugh:. When all was said and done I had burned off all the arm hair on one arm, hair was burned on my legs and my wonderful lantern was laying about 30 yards out on the beach where I had thrown it LOL!! My truck was also full of black smoke for about 10 minutes. Needless to say I have been very careful with lanterns since then. :smt003 <!-- / message --><!-- #### SHOW REPUTATION GIVEN IN POST START - BY LEVI THORNTON #### -->

[daisy]

Ya'll are entertaining the heck out of me and keep them coming.

What is an electic skate, Hawkeye? EEl or is it edible?

[gonefishin]

H, you as a flounder man will appreciate this one. When Ms elle and I were courting, I lived in Gulf Shores and all our dates were fishing and crabbing. One day I thought I'd show my great prowess at Flounder gigging in the sandy shallows near the bridge where we always set up camp.

I waded out with wooden handle/aluminum shank gig in one hand and an aluminum net in the other. I was daytime gigging, you see. Pretty soon I spotted what I thought was a Flounder in water about thigh deep and speared him and hollered for MS Elle to watch me bring him up.

As I brought him to the surface, I had to use my free hand to hold him on the pick gig. I had him out of the water about 2 seconds when about 5,000 volt of electricity coursed through my body. I thought I had been struck my lightening though not a clound in the sky. My world turned white. I let all equipement and words that would embarrass a sailor fly as Ms Elle sat on the bank holding her sides and mopping her eyes. I must have put on quite a show and I got my butt out of the water fast.

Have you ever accidently gigged an electric Skate, thinking it was a Flounder? I didn't even know they existed until some locals quit laughing long enough to tell me about them.

Dang, it was like standing knee deep in the bathtub and sticking your finger in a light socket. Dem tings got one heck of a zapper on'em.

That's hilarious!!!!:laugh:

[daisy]

Daisy, an Electric Skate looks like a cross between a Ray and a Flounder, except the Skate and the Ray have the long tail. The body shape underwater looks pretty similiar, especially aftr a Miller Lite or three.

Well, water can distort things also. Skates are real electricifying, huh? Did you throw down your gig with the skate on it or did it stop shocking you after a while.?????/
Thanks for explaining that.

When I lived in Gulfport as a toddler, my dad and mom would go floundering and crabbing. Dad crabbed until he got a bone infection from a crab shell somehow. We lived 3 blocks from the beach. Katrina wiped the place out where we lived.

[Fish-Bait]

Several years ago I was up on the Bouie River above the Glendale bridge fishin' the lower pit where it splits around that little island. It was during the week and I had skipped a speech class to get in a few hours of fishin'. I fished the split on both sides pretty thoroughly and had only caught two spots around a pound or so so I figured I would go hit the banks in the pits for them old bucket mouths. As I navigated the little cut leading into the pit I noticed a gatorade bottle just cruisin' along bobbin up and down and I figured someone had put it out and left it cause I didn't see any boat trailers at the ramp. I caught up with it and tossed a crankbait in front of it and snagged it. On the other end was a little channel cat about 8 or so inches long. Now I really didn't feel like foolin' with it cuz I didn't have a towel in the boat, nor did I have a set of pliers and I didn't feel like cuttin' any fins out of my body so I just tossed it back thinkin' maybe somethin' a come along and eat it and then I have somethin' worthy of my time to do.
A few minutes had passed and I noticed two black fellers shovin' an old 10 ft. aluminum boat up the swift water in the cut. They finally made it to the pit and hopped back in the boat, grabbed their paddles (treated 2 x 6s, been there, done that) and started paddlin' across the pit. Now, the same thing happened to them, they saw the Gatorade bottle and started paddlin' like hell to catch it. After about 2 minutes or so the bottle went up to the steep soapstone bluff on the left side of the pit (Yes, the one with the bushes that stick out about 6 feet over the water) and they were givin' it hell tryin' to get under there and catch it. I started gigglin' to myself thinkin' at anytime a snake was going to drop in that boat, and it did! Now if you have ever seen two full grown men in a 10 ft. aluminum boat you know that there ain't enough room for a third occupant, not even a little itty bitty snake. When that little snake, probably about 14 inches long, hit the bottom of that boat all hell broke loose. The next 10 seconds were a blurr. There it was, two men standing on the back seat holding each other like they were fixin' to drop over Niagra Falls and beating the living daylights out of the bottom of that little boat.
After the ruckus a sort of calm came about and I heard "You think it's dead?"...."I don't know." ..."What we do now?"....."take the fishin' pole and pick it up with it and throw it out." ...."O.K."......
As one of em' picked up the snake with the end of the pole I guess it twitched or struck or something because he let out the most awful blood curlding scream I think I have ever heard. Pole and snake thus became one with the gravel pit. Next thing I hear is "F*$K the bottle man I am ready to go home." And away they went "cautiously" paddling back down to the boat ramp. I just wish you guys could have seen the man in the front cut a backflip to the back of that little boat when that snake hit it. Hell, I am still laughin' bout' it.:laugh:
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[fuzzis]

I have a brother who is a year and six days older than me. He's always been a bit of a...wimp...for lack of a better word. He wasn't big on getting in the water when we were kids (or taking a bath, come to think of it); I could terrorize him with mud pies. He didn't like bugs or anything like that.

My grandpa was a big fisherman, and since we lived with him, he wanted us to enjoy it too. The first trip I remember...we must have been five or six...and he took us to Table Rock Lake to fish. I was a bit of a tomboy, so it wasn't a big deal for me to bait my hook. My brother, though? Screaming and crying at the thought of having to touch a worm.

After a few hours, Hairball had caught a bluegill, and I'd caught a little bass. Normally, Grandpa would have thrown both of them back because they were small, but they were our first fishes. They had to be taken home to the GrandSner and pictures taken to commemorate the event.

When we got home to take the pictures, Grandpa pulled the fish out of the cooler and showed me how to hold mine. Put my little finger in its mouth and was probably about as happy as I could be. Hairball? Ran away screaming. Threw himself on the ground, bawling. Grandpa snatched him up and told him he was going to hold his fish, which didn't work. In the pictures, my brother is standing behind me, crying, and I'm holding both fishes, just as proud of myself as I could be.

Afterwards, when we cleaned the fish, I chased him around the yard with the fish heads and dropped one down his shirt. (that might have something to do with his trying to drown me in the pool. Hmmmm)

I think it was then that the GrandSner started calling Hairball my "baby brother". :smt118 And it was then that Grandpa decided not to take him fishing anymore. (which means he missed the gigging experience :-D)

[gonefishin]

I had a friend who liked to do a little night hunting for deer(no names in this story). Anyway, one night he and his hunting partner were driving down Hwy 49 checking the roadsides for a deer when they spotted a big cowhorn eating under an oak tree. The pulled over and shot the deer with a .22 rifle and rushed out to grab him. The deer appeared to be dead and was loaded up into the back of their truck. Since of course it's illegal to night hunt you can imagine how they were rushing to load this deer up. They got the deer loaded up and began driving home. About a mile down the road the passenger looks out the back window and the deer is standing up looking around.:smt103 You can imagine their surprise to see this so they pulled over and got out. The driver was in such a hurry to put the deer down with his .22 and shot a hole through the bed of his truck!:laugh: They shot the deer again and started driving. Almost home, the passenger looks out again and.....yep there is the deer standing up again. The ended up finally killing him this time. Can you imagine driving down Hwy 49 and seeing a truck pass by with a deer standing up in the back. I always wondered what they would have told a Gamewarden had they been stopped. "Ummmm....I don't know where that deer came from sir. He probably just jumped in at the store earlier. No that's not my .22 rifle.":smt118

[Fish-Bait]

It's been so hot this year! Just the other day I was walkin' the banks of the Leaf River pitchin' a beetle spin to catch some red bellies and some spots, I walked further down the sandbar and wow...the river had burnt' into!!!! Come to think of it, some of those red bellies had scorched scales on em'.:)

[bpitt]

A friend and I were out 'just huntin'. That means anything that freakin' moved got busted. Well, I was standing beneath a tree and friend says he sees something in said tree. I, not hearing him, continues to stand under tree as he shoots up it.

And a BIG coon comes tumbling down, on ME. We fought for 10 minutes. I keep hollering for friend to shoot the damn thing again, but he kept hollering for me to move. We was on a steep hillside, and I couldn't move but one way, and that was down.

Thing is, the coon was on my downhill side. So we rolled down the hill just a fightin'. I eventually kicked it off me and friend shot it again, game over.

[bpitt]

I have a new found respect for coons, by the way......

[Fish-Bait]

I shot a squirrel one time with my 410, it was way up in the top of a turkey pine. Did you know squirrels can fall 200 mph? Thing hit me square in the top of the head before I could get out of the way. Still alive too!! I have nightmares now about that squirrel. If I ever go squirrel huntin' again I will put more angle....at least 45 degrees betwixt me and the squirrel.
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[bpitt]

Did it remind you of that squirrel off of 'Over the Hedge'?

[Fish-Bait]

I dunno, can't memeber over the hedge....This squirrel had yellowish red glowing eyes...blood shot ones...it was evil.

[bpitt]

Okay, that sucked, but did he stay for the dove shoot? Now THAT would have been a real trooper!!! LOL!!!!

[EricStratton]

One of my funniest fishing stories is my 1st fishing story.....Some of you old farts may remember better than me, but, at one time, in the early 80's, a bridge or something collapsed out at Lake Serene(?)....Well the remnants of the bridge made a nice little fishing hole.....My Papaw and I climbed down into the hole created by this disaster and put our lines in the little mini-pond that had been formed....

We were getting bites left and right, but I was scared to reel the fish in for some reason, so my Papaw reeled 'em in for me....I finally worked up the courage to reel in my own fish, but when I pulled it to the surface, I had an eel on the other end.....I thought it was a snake, so I threw my rod and reel in the water and took off running as fast I could.....

My papaw still laughs about this story to this day.....He can't hardly remember what happened an hour ago, but he can tell that story like it happened yesterday....

[EricStratton]

This is a story passed down to me....it didn't happen to me and it's not really directly about fishing, but it's funny as hell....

My great-grandfather and his two brothers, Cliff and Clayton, went on a fishing trip in the Gulf late in their lives....Cliff, who I got to meet as a young child, was a character....He had a wooden leg with a quarter size hole cut in it....He used to entertain us children by putting objects in that hole....

Anyway....all of the brothers liked to fish and they also liked to drink a good bit, especially Cliff.....And did I mention? They were all pretty old at this time....As the were fishing and talking, and after many a libation, Cliff looks at his brother Clayton and asks, "Clayton, where are you livin' these days?" Clayton says, "I live in Louisville, Cliff..." Cliff, in all seriousness and sincerity says "Really? I got a brother that lives in Louisville!"..... Clayton looks at him and says "G-- damn, Cliff.....!"

I hope I live long enough to fish in the Gulf with a boat full of people I don't know....