Looking over several of the 2007 reminiscent posts got me remembering about one particular outing. So I got to thinking, how about posting some bonehead fshing stories from 2007. You know the ones I'm talking about, the ones we say to ourselves Man, I'll never do that again!
Mine was a night trip fishing with the Muddy Man. I was cruising up the lake at top speed on the trolling motor, in the dark, in about 6-7 feet of water. It was an area filled with boulders larger than Studebakers, and I well knew it. I hit one boulder good and solid, first the trolling motor and then the hull. Well, we barely limped back to the dock at about .000001 mph. Come this spring I might have to replace that supposedly indestructible TM shaft, and I'll have to do a little hull work. Man, I'll never do that again!
Tried to free a Rapala crank from a small rockpile with the tip of my crankin rod. Result, six inches missing from the tip of the crankin rod.
Forgot to put the plug in the boat on a 10 hp limit lake. I couldn't get the boat on plane to get the excess water out since I have a 90 hp. Should have seen me getting that thing back on the trailer.
Bought a bunch of spinner baits and forgot to put them away before getting the boat on plane. All of them except three went into the lake in about 40 ft. of water.
I'm sure I could think of more bonehead things I've done last year but those are the first that comes to mind. :-[
I sank an orange tree in effort to create bass habitat. Not knowing any better I sank it 200 yards from the nearest cover / structure that holds bass so it is more like an oasis in the desert. A bass might hang there for a rest, but he won't make a home out of it. Results... I haven't caught a thing.
I hit the trim tilt up button in the front of the boat so the motor starts going up,my buddy freaks out and hits the tilt down button in the back of the boat. Burnt the motor out and only $600 to get a new one.
Also have a story about getting pulled across table rock lake because of a kill switch incident but I come out real bad in that one :-[
I put the trailer in the water and climbed on it to pull out the winch strap so that I could snap it on the boat as my buddy drove the boat on the trailer. Of course I slipped and fell in the water. My buddy almost wet his pants because he was laughing so hard.
In another incident we were just getting up on plane on the potomac in my partners boat. I saw a stump sticking out of the water and pointed to it so that my partner would turn right or left. He didn't see what I did and we hit it at 30 MPH. It wasn't a stump but a log! The motor kicked up and broke the cowling when it hit the back deck. I should have yelled at him to avoid the obsticle!
Was tying on a large rattle trap when a yellow jacket lit on my left hand. Without thinking (obviously) I swatted at with my right driving one of the trebles into the side at the bottom of my index finger up to the bend. Was able to get it out myself, but, next time I will let the bee sting me.
I put my boat in the water and left my friend to attend it while I parked the truck. When I return he looks at me with a straight face and asks is it normal for water to be filling up the back of the boat. I then jump in the boat and by the time I get the plug in it is to late to just bail. I had to go back and get the truck to load the boat again. I know I made a bonehead mistake by not putting the plug in but my friend asking was it normal for the boat to be filling with water. What a MORAN!!!!!!!
Last spring while flipping shallow buck brush I was looking at my next flipping spot when I felt the snug little feeling of a bass; set hook really fast only to be rewarded with a 3/8 oz jig to the top of the head as I ducked.
QuoteLast spring while flipping shallow buck brush I was looking at my next flipping spot when I felt the snug little feeling of a bass; set hook really fast only to be rewarded with a 3/8 oz jig to the top of the head as I ducked.
I know exactly how that feels. Then I look around to see if anyone was watching me get my brains knocked out. ;D
5/8 ounce lipless crank to the back of the head last february
I was fishing a small pond brush pile with a 4 inch senko in the summer time. I got a hit and set the hook as hard as i could. Thing is the fish was a dink and came flying out the water and got stuck in the tree behind me. Was quite funny...
Buy super special space pen at the Ft Sill PX on Saturday. Hit the lake back home on Thursday, use special space pen to make a few notes about lake conditions in super special spy notebook with waterproof paper. Put notebook and pen into tackle bag.
Flip top flap of bag over to get box out, send super special space pen out of boat into 25' of water.
:'( >
Oh i forgot my other bone head move....
I purchased the rocked rod.
april 28, 2007 - my wife's birthday. promised her i'd go out to eat with her and the family that evening. had all day to fish. something told me to check my favorite lake close to the house for bedding sows that morning, but i didn't. instead i went to another spot and caught dinks all day. coming back home, i decided to swing by the aforementioned lake as an afterthought. had about an hour left before i had to leave. walked the bank looking for beds and quickly spotted the biggest bass i had ever seen in that lake sitting on a bed and acting very "catchable". she was easily even bigger than the 10-3 i had caught out of there earlier that month. i was furious at myself. but i had an hour. had to get something to catch her with - fast. the clock was down to about 50 mins. now. i knew a live bluegill would work the fastest, so i walked over to the bluegill hotspot in that lake and finally caught one just the right size after about another 20 minutes. i might just be able to pull this off after all i thought! hooked up the gill on a big 5/0 hook with a heavy sinker to make it stay put and got it on the bed just right. now it was just a matter of time. after leaving briefly, she came back and attacked the hapless gill with a vengeance! this was too good to be true! then it happened. somehow, while the gill was sitting on the bed, the hook had gotten turned around in it so that when i set, the hook just went right back into the bluegill, and all i succeeded in doing was just jerking the whole rig out of the bass' mouth, spooking her badly in the process. she never came back in the few minutes i had left. and she never came back to the nest in the days following either (believe me i checked!)
these 2 bonehead manuevers in one day (not checking the lake before i left for the other fishin' hole and not using a big treble in the bluegill instead of a single) still haunt me to this day. and to make it worse, i will forever associate my sweet wife's birthday with this horrible bonehead manuever. catching that fish this year (if she's even still alive in there) is the only thing that will ease the pain at all. i'm keeping my fingers crossed.
thank you for making me re-live this miserable day once again. ;D
That story reminds me of one of my bed fishing forays last spring. A friend and I are cruising a shoreline Randall-Style© when I see the back of a fish in a very small shoreline pocket (just an indention in a steep dirt bank) tucked under some overhanging trees.
Now this lake is full of huge carp. I make a comment to my friend about the huge carp there. He comes back with, 'Carp hell, that's a $*$*#*$% bass!'.
By that time I'm a good 50 yards past. I whip the boat around and come back from the same direction. We manage to get a jig in there twice before both male (about 2 lbs.) and female (about 7 lbs.) scatter. The male holes up in some washed out roots. The female gets so skittish that you can't get within 60 yards of her. We tried every angle but she just wouldn't tolerate us.
A good object lesson on why it is important to remain 110% focused when on the water.
I backed the boat in and got in to start it. noticed the back of my boat was really low and water was pouring in through the engine area (dont know really how to explain it). I knew it wasnt the plug. i ran to the front of the boat to hop back in my truck and i stepped on the trailer tongue to avoid getting wet. The tongue rocked back and forth with the boat. then i realized i didnt take the back straps off that tied the back down. luckily nobody was around to see.
I left the boat key at home.
QuoteI left the boat key at home.
How far from home?
Hey GTHunter,
Don't be too embarassed if you know what I mean :-[ I did that at a club tournament this spring at Murray. I realized at that moment that I had turned into the guy that we usually cuss for taking too long on the ramp ;D
Last spring (still very cold) I launched at low tide on the Mattawoman Creek off the Potomac River. It was low (really low) tide. I proceeded down the creek channel in a 6 MPH zone. When I got to the shallow areas I noticed a boat or too parked on certain spots. I thought to myself, "hey, they must have found some fish." When I got out to the end of the speed limit zone. I opened it up and left the creek. When I came back in I came in on plane in what is usually 4-5 ft. The other boats were still fishing. I was about 150 yards from the closest boat. The water wasn't 4 -5 ft. It was about 8" deep. During the warmer months, the pads tell you where you should be. Without them all you can do is try to remember about where the pads usually are. In the mud bottom I went. I was very embarrassed think that everybody saw me get stuck. I trimmed up the motor, got out my paddle and started pulling my boat at the bow by digging into the mud and pulling.
As I got myself unstuck, I got the big motor started again. As I got closer to the other boat, he was waving me away. My first thought was, "I'm staying far away as I can from your fishing spot you jerk, chill out." As I went by he hollered stay over there, we're stuck (I though they were parked on fish) I asked if I could help and he said no that they would wait for the tide to rise. He then said, "I saw you over by that other boat, is he still stuck?" (he was the one that I was embarrassed because he saw me get stuck) (I thought he was fishing also) He was on the way to help the other stuck boat and he got stuck. They had both been stuck the whole time.
It would have to be a tie between the catch and release aligator incident, and the "3 hour" kayak trip. The aligator had a fondness for crankbaits, and the 3 hour trip turned into five hours, two of which being way after dark in a kayak, in unfamiliar water. Luckily my friends and I are able to laugh about both incidents.
Even narrowing it down to 2007, I do not have the typing prowess to finish today.
With the temperature in the 30's, I'm casting my net for shad, trolling around in search of them. After I fill my bucket I hop into the drivers seat and fire up the big motor and take off. WATER WAS FLYING EVERYWHERE! I was absolutely drenched at this point wondering what the heck was going on, and I kill the motor only to discover that I'D LEFT THE TROLLING MOTOR DOWN!!!
Well obviously BOAT Control on the fork documented here;
http://www.bassresource.com/bass_fishing_forums/YaBB.pl?num=1175290495
And Fishing on the Susqy, hooking my first Musky, Got him to the boat, did not hold my rod high enough , while my friend Dan was getting the cradle ready and the Muskie Shook his head, the Suick hard bait came flying right back at me END RESULT Trebles buried in my scalp OUCH!!!!!
One of my club buddies launched his boat at the blast-off ramp only to relaize that he had not tied her to the dock.
So when he pulled his trailer off and went to park, the boat kept heading out to sea.
It was on the Pamunkey River so when we had some sunlight one of the guys took him to retrieve her.
All we could do is look at him and shake our heads. And then go into hysterics. He was embarassed and we laughed our fannies off.
Yo Zel.........
You really mean that spending the night with the mook of all mooks is not something you want to do again?
I'm shocked, shocked I say
Wow If I think back....I would have blisters on my fingers trying to type all of it.
One simple little dumb s--t maneuver that comes to mind though:
After I tie my lures on, I normally out of habit just toss them overboard to get them out of the way or to see how they look.I was preparing a brand new never used jig,combing the skirt and adding a trailer.I then tossed it overboard and then picked up my rod,no jig on the end!In my haste I forgot to even tie it on! DOH!! ;D
QuoteWow If I think back....I would have blisters on my fingers trying to type all of it.One simple little dumb s--t maneuver that comes to mind though:
After I tie my lures on, I normally out of habit just toss them overboard to get them out of the way or to see how they look.I was preparing a brand new never used jig,combing the skirt and adding a trailer.I then tossed it overboard and then picked up my rod,no jig on the end!In my haste I forgot to even tie it on! DOH!! ;D
So I'm not the only one to experiment with this technique??? :-[
This isn't my biggest bonehead move of 2007 but it's one of my favorites.
I had a little jam in my spool when I cast a spinnerbait while fishing with steveP.
Man, it's awsome how far you can cast one of those when it snaps your line and sails off into the sunset.
So Steve was mildly amused and made a few mook worthy comments.
I tied on another spinnerbait but neglected to clear the overrun.
There goes another one.
Steve commented that he now understood why I like Japanese lures.
They fly alot further than the American ones. 8-)
QuoteYo Zel.........You really mean that spending the night with the mook of all mooks is not something you want to do again?
I'm shocked, shocked I say
Man Avid, I guess me telling a story is like me telling a joke. I always end up having to explain it. :
Problems not the fishing with the Duke of Mook, but rather charging through the darkness in a submerged boulder field like a Burley in a China shop, with nothing more than the light of Muddy's cell phone to guide the way.
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All into the valley of Boulders
Rode the two Mooks.
"Forward, the Fish'n'Ski!
"Charge the bass!" he said.
Into the gloom of the night
Rode the two Mooks.
Here is a good one...
I was launching my boat solo on Lake Austin. When I do this I tie a rope to the cleat and the other end to the trailer to ensure it doesn't float off. Well, I followed the same proceedures I do every time, only problem this time the rope had dry rotted (been awhile since I launched solo) and it broke when I started to pull it back in. Needless to say the lake had a small flow to it this morning and it started off down the lake. Had to get in and chase it down by swimming after it. Finally got it and swam it back to the ramp. When I got back to the ramp I got a standing ovation from the sunbathing ladies on the dock at the spa next door. What a start to the day........ :-[
Years ago on Lake Palestine 7:30am 19* air temps. Kicked the trolling motor around to the right, hit a stump, and walked right out of the boat. Had a change of clothes. While I was drying off with nothing on another boat that was close by came over to offer assistance. Standing there with nothing on and only a towl in my hand I asked the boaters if they had an extra heavy shirt I could borrow. They informed me that nothing they had would fit me as all they had were women's sizes. Yep, it was two ladies all bumdled up fishing the same tournament. Naturally they weighed in in a flight earlier than mine. I caught all kinds of ribbing when I got to the weighin stage. Thankfully there were no pictures being passed around. We all had a good laugh though.
a day on the lake with my dad in our old leaky jonboat. we were fishing on a new lake and we got as far away from the truck as possible in our search for the good spots. we had a crummy old interstate battery powering our 36lb thrust minn kota and the batterey was old and weak. to make matters worse we forgot to charge it the previous day. to make matters even worse, we forgot to pack oars. to make matters as worse as possible the batterey died on us at the complete opposite side of the lake than where we parked. so we had to row back to the truck with a stick that i snagged. took us like 45 minutes to get back to the truck. we got a new batterey the next day
Attempting to jump out of 5.0's crawdacious in the parking lot, getting my foot stuck. And fall out of it (which was already in his f-150) and coming down on my side into a curb. The ribs hurt for about a month. Was not fun. But now I look back, it was funny. 8-)
This is great everone, thanks for sharing. Alot of this sounds familiar to me....
Having the bad habit of setting things on top of my soft sided tackle box, especailly black things as it is also black! Result --- flipped a pair of black handled pliers and a black walkie talkie into the drink by opening the top of the bag while looking somewhere else! Had to drive an hour each way to pick up another walkie.
I was in a hurry one morning, and was tying a crankbait onto some braid. I was using a new pair of stainless steel scissors to cut off the excess. I had the scissors in one hand, and the crankbait and the excess line in the other. Instead of throwing the crankbait and a little piece of line into the water, I throw the scissors. Wow, now that is stupidity. :-?
Well, one evening last year the wife made me take her darn new cell phone with me fishing as we were expecting some family to come over and she wanted to be able to get a hold of me to let me know they arrived. Well, she called to let me know and after I got off the phone with her I sat the phone on top of my tackle box . Soooooo......I went to change baits, flipped open the top of my box and the phone went over the side of the boat and into the lake, never to be seen again :-[. Well I knew I had to do something special or I would be in some serious "doodoo". So on the way home I stopped anywhere I saw flowers (or what I thought were flowers) on shore and picked them. When I was done I had enough to make a beautiful (IMO) bouquet, which I did. I tied them all together with fishing line and surprised her with them when I met her at the dock ;D. You know what? It actually worked! After I gave them to her and explained what happened, she was laughing her a** off ;D. The end :-[ ;D.
Quotea day on the lake with my dad in our old leaky jonboat. we were fishing on a new lake and we got as far away from the truck as possible in our search for the good spots. we had a crummy old interstate battery powering our 36lb thrust minn kota and the batterey was old and weak. to make matters worse we forgot to charge it the previous day. to make matters even worse, we forgot to pack oars. to make matters as worse as possible the batterey died on us at the complete opposite side of the lake than where we parked. so we had to row back to the truck with a stick that i snagged. took us like 45 minutes to get back to the truck. we got a new batterey the next day
AHHH,BEEN THERE DONE THAT.You ever try the anchor technique?Throw the anchor out in front of the boat and drag it back.Had to do it before when I got stuck out in 30 MPH winds with dead battery.GRRRRRR!
Yeah I tried the anchor method. I was making good progress until the rotten rope broke. Lets just say I am glad I carry two anchors.
I have actually forgot my tackle box twice :-[ I have no idea how I could let such a major item behind... Good thing I always have something tied on before I get to the lake.