Weird Piscatorial moments

[jackash]

Fishing for catties in the Brisbane River a few years back wedged my rod in some tree roots and went to help my mate further down the bank, heard a weird splash and returned to find my rod gone. Was a new abu baity and live fibre rod loaded with fireline so i wasnt ooo happy. Tried to wade for it but no luck. 6 hours later we came back out and fished for a while... me now having a cast with my mates rod i hooked into a nice catty, got it in to find it had my hook (from my lost rod) in it but not line attached... good knots ash . Anyhow a few hours later my mate makes the call of last cast. After about 2 minutes he goes yep I'm on, but it aint fighting much, taking his time eventually we figure it aint a fish, only to see his hook come out of the water with some nice new fire line attached.... I got pretty excited. eventually grabbed the line and pulled the whole bloody rod and reel back in. I was ecstatic! Ended up catching a few more fish then heading home.

[Shitty_Master]

I was fishing in the creek system out the back of my town and I hadn't caught a bloody thing, it was a freezing cold day and it had that crappy light rain. I persisted for some reason and after a few hours of waiting I got a bite bam I hooked a very nice size Yellow Fin Whiting, I just experienced the joy of seeing what fish you had as it comes through the water then out of nowhere a ****en Seagull steals my dinner, and now I always make sure to have a rock handy when I go that spot.

Damn Seagulls

[Poodroo]

Back in the days before my brother had a boat and we were purely landbased fishermen we picked a horrible day to do some fishing off a jetty at Jacob's Well. The rain came down hard and there was even some thunder in amongst the pelting rain and wind squalls. We often looked at each other and asked each other "Are we mad or what?" The weather must have been pretty nasty because not even the fish were biting for the entire endurance. We decided eventually that yes we were insane and were about to pack it in when my brother noticed that there was quite a bit of weight on the end of his line. When he started to retrieve it he noticed that it was fighing so he knew he had a fish on but the way it was fighting was quite strange. We saw something break the surface of the water and it was like "What the hell?" It was a rod complete with Alvey reel which my brother succeeded in getting onto the jetty. It looked as though it had been in the water for a considerable amount of time but what happened next was quite amazing. On the end of the line of his newly acqired rod and reel outfit was a fish so he continued winding in the line. Up comes a really nice Bream but looking a little under-nourished. My brother goes to take the hook out of his mouth and it was so rusted that it just broke off. This pour fish had been swimming around with a rod and reel for so long that his freedom must have been real close with that rusty hook so we took pitty on our only catch and released him to put some more weight back on. Some fisherman probably has told a story many a time about how a big fish took his rod and reel into the drink off that jetty. To this day I think to myself what the chances are of that every happening again.

Poodroo

[angler]

i was fishing off magnetic island standing on a rock about 12feet off the water . hooked a fish and was winding it up and felt something pulling at it .
when i looked over the edge i had a coral trout on and its mate was trying to pull it back in by grabing it by the tail.

[nanga59]

Many years ago the mates and I used to fish at a place called Merry Beach on the south coast of NSW.
There’s a great headland in the area called Snapper Point and on one particular day we were bottom fishing from one of the ledges on the headland. I was fishing with an old Seascape reel and was using a yakka for bait and there was a bit of an on-shore breeze. To cut the story short I ended up with one ugly backlash on one cast and decided to reel in and try and sort out the mess on the rocks. So I attached the still baited hook into a crack in the rocks and started walking backwards peeling out the line as I went. I finally got down to where the tangle was on the reel and started picking at all the loose loops in an attempt to clear the tangle and resume fishing.
All of a sudden I feel the line being tugged at . . . then the line starts to peel off the reel. Whilst this did help slightly with the task of removing the tangle I was staring to think someone had walked through the 50 or so metres of line I had stretched out on the rocks.
Because I still had my head down concentrating on the task at hand I looked up and was about the let fly with a few expletives in the direction of the person or persons walking through the line. To my amazement there was no-one there.
Anyway, by this time I had freed the birds nest and had started to retrieve the line when, bang, I’m on.
The line that was lying across the rock is now shooting skywards with hook and sinker being towed by a bloody seagull.
Now the seagull was not keen on letting go of the yakka that it had just acquired so I gave the rod a good yank. Whole lot of good that did . . . just end up hooking the bloody bird in the beak.
That’s where the real fun began.
The now squawking seagull had attracted a few of it’s mates who all seemed pretty excited about his predicament. This in turn had attracted a few human onlookers who were starting to have a go at me for being cruel to the poor bird. Poor bird nothing . . . he started it.
Well, it was a pretty good fight in the end the seagull taking line only to the won back by me, the angler, although I don’t know if you could call me an angler with a bird on the other end of the line.
After about ten minutes I had the bait thief on the rocks. One of my mates offered to hold the rod, very brave and gallant of him, while I extracted the hook. So after a few more minutes, a few lost feathers and a bit of lost blood (mine) the thief was free. To this day I don’t know what happened to the yakka, whether the thief swallowed it or one of his mates took off with the booty.

Cheers and tight lines to all. Just hoping that the tight lines are the result of fish.

Nanga

[hogesTS]

lol Nanga I know exactly how you feel.

A few weeks ago was out with a couple of mates and our respective lady friends casting slugs to mackerel when all of a sudden this bloody huge albatross looking bird swooped down and grabbed my halco twisty and took off, hooking itself in the process. So after about 15mins fighting this bloody thing that had a wingspan of about 1.5m I finally got it to the boat, girls screaming, mates pissing themselves laughing. Luckily one of the guys had grown up on a farm his whole life and swiftly grabbed the albatross by the neck while i removed the lure. To make matters even more embarrasing i found out that i had snapped the tip off my rod fighting this bloody bird! >
To make matters even worse i somehow managed to hook one guy through the back of his shirt while he was trying to gaff a nice mac that the other had caught. I dont think anyone onboard is going to let me live that trip down for quite awhile

On another note,
Went out this saturday just gone for a dive, but thought we would cast a few slugs over the reef before we got in. So my first cast (with my newly repaired rod from above) i get hit by a big trout, but the hooks didnt set. So i was left with a whole bunch of slack line in a 25kt wind, which proceeded to wrap itself around the tip of the rod. So the trout decides to have another go at my now stationary lure, snapping the tip off the rod again!!! > >

Stuff it i thought, im not letting this stop me, so i re-rig my line and go to have another cast, only to realise i have missed the 4th guide So off comes the lure and re-rig again, this time the wind has looped the line over the blank > Off comes the lure again and re-rig, same thing, line wrapped around the blank! Meanwhile the other 2 guys are having a ball getting smashed by heaps of big trout and GT's SO 4th time lucky i finally get my line rigged and have a cast, get hit first time by a not quite legal trout. So i get it in the boat and call for the pliers. No pliers on board is the call i get back. Of course the trout has hooked itself with all 3 hooks on my slug, so im faced with a mouth full of teeth and no pliers, the best i have is a cotton cray glove. 5 mins later the trout is back in the water and im ready to have another cast, but the other guys have had enough and are gearing up to dive > So all i had to show for an hour's fishing was a released undersized trout and a broken rod Although one of my mates did find the slug i was using when i got busted off the first time sitting on the reef about 2 hours later

Im pretty sure that Murphy has it in for me everytime i pick up a fishing rod! No doubt ill have more stupid goings-on after next weekend

[budgebass]

My wife and I were fishing the middle sandflats at Golden Beach one morning.
We were having a great time flicking squidgies left right and centre for flatties. We were catching quite a few, and letting a few go.

One of those mornings where it did not matter where you threw you caught a fish. Anways we kept drifting and it got competitive as to whom could cover the most ground.

ANyway my missus lets fly with a half flick over the shoulder behind her, just a that moment a pelican is skimming across the sandflats. The squidgie gets caught at the top of the wing, shoulder and proceeds to continue flying.

Quickest I have ever seen a reel despooled, thankfully enough the line held, the pelican stopped and we were able to retrieve line and squidgie no harm done

Cheers
Budgebass

[budgebass]

Be careful about what animals you are kind to .....

Had a mate you fished the dams all the time, anyway one morning he is flicking his lure around and a nosy shag gets all too close.

And my mate hooks the shag, anyway this morning he decided to be a good samitarian and be friendly to this shag, so in retrieving the shag to the boat it is squawking and carrying on with its beak snapping.

So to settle the shag down he decides to take his shirt off and quieten down the shag.

All good, shag settles down, he frees the shag, gets his lure back.

Anyway about 15 minutes later after he has put his shirt back on, he starts scratching and itching, he takes his shirt off to see it covered in lice.

It still makes me laugh.........

Cheers
Budgebass

[4x4frog]

4X4 Frog..... I was sure that story was heading the way of you not being able to wait to try out your new lure so you cast it from the balcony of banyanda towers..... I just had this image of some guy fishing from the 10th floor.....

Ddin't know anyone on the 10th floor, I did know the guy in the Penthouse though and we'd go to the rooftop for a little weed occasionally too

[Freeeedom]

I like to walk out on the flats beside the Hornibrook Highway on a falling tide in the summertime and flick lures or whitebait around the channel pylons for flathead across the bottom of the tide.
A few years back I was walking back to the car as the tide began to rise and I see something shiny in the sand. I pick it up and it's a complete shell for a large handgun of some sort. I don't know what calibre weapon it was for but it was at least double the diameter of a .22 shell (the only kind I'm familiar with). Then I see another one, and another. In about 5 minutes I've picked up 40 - 50 shells, all complete, for a variety of weapons from small handguns to high velocity rifle ammo, some of it in clips. I handed it in to the Sandgate police station. The copper who took it said that the large handgun ammo was for a 44 magnum. Not sure if he was taking the piss or not.

Cheers Freeeedom

[favourite_whiting]

Very interesting.
Last year 11-13 of March 2005, I & my friends from fishing club went to
Burnett Heads for fishing competition there.
On 12th of March, we all tried different spots to fishing but no lucks, decided to move other spot. When I prepare mine's, thrown bait in water & put my rod/reel on holder which was near to rocks area. I was chatting with my friends, suddenly my rod/reel went off holder & went into water as we all can see it swam across the big river (it must be bigger stringray). My other friend was about to give me his rod/reel to fishing, I said Im not fishing that spot never again!! Sat in car for awhile. Till those yachts competition was there, we noticed a boat was stopped that area which we were wondering what they doing there then one of my friend saw they picking up rod/reel up, we yelled at them letting them know it belongs to one of us. Really huge thanks to that boat that brought it up to us. Im so glad I got my rod/reel back safely!!!! When we all move to other spot as time soon finished, I had to hold my rod/reel from now on as never again leave alone on the holder.
Happy life of fishing,
favourite_whiting

[angler]

nanga is that what u call flight fishing

[somescott]

Fishing in the Bribie Passage chasin some big breambos, anyhow my favourite flick rod disappeared out the back during the session. I tried so hard to hook it up,including using the cast net but no luck so i gave up. In the end i just said to the mates if anyone pulls it up there's a carton for the person that does.

Sure enough in the next 5 minutes, i'm a down a carton and my favourite outfit was back

[maztez]

Was fishing Hardys Creek in the NT years ago ,when I hooked onto quite a decent Barra .At about the same time my fishing buddy Ron announces hes onto one also .Were both playing our catch and after a short while ,I get the barra up to the boat only to see that Rons lure had hooked the o ring on my lure .You know he argued with me that it was his fish .after a couple of vbs we decided to call it a day and proceeded back to camp to clean our catch (7) Ron decides to wash the fish after gutting only to drop it in the deepest part of the creek.
spose its called Karma we both missed out.
cheers Terry

[CHRIS_aka_GWH]

back in high school (when the air was clean and sex was dirty), we used to fish the QSSSS (Queensland State Secondary Schools Someother'S'word) fishing comp for schoolboys.

The Lonewolf (from these boards) was a reasonable fisherman (still is actually) and won the comp individually for several years straight including the team prize singlehanded. (He's probably hating this - he ain't a big-head)

ANYWAY... in his final year at school he wasn't allowed to compete because his birthday was in Feb. and the comp in Oct. so he was too old. He was though allowed to go as a coach (no rod allowed).

Being a fisherman, he couldn't resist the urge and struck a deal with Graeme (in our team) to go one cast each; Graeme would cast, he'd cast etc.

Nature called mid way thru the day and the wolf retreated to the privacy of the dunes while Graeme took his turn - seeing his chance Graeme lined up for a second cast in a row....

There was a scream from behind "That's my cast you bastard!" as wolf came flying down the beach pulling his pants up and hit Graeme in the small of the back midcast with the a finer flying tackle than you'll see during the tri-nations.

Graeme, wolf and the rod flew into the shallows and a battle to the death took place with the "coach" attempting to drown the team member. I kept fishing - I love fishing and it was a contest

The wolf won the battle and picked the rod up out of the shallows - there was a flathead attached - who said you need to be quiet to catch fish!

In that same trip "coach" wolf spotted a flathead about 20m out with his polarised sunnies. Graeme carefully lined up the cast and rolled his arms over. The pillie landed about 50m further south than where the flattie was. A seagull grabbed the pillie, and Graeme started pulling and jerking the line to get it to release the bait as the gull attempted to fly away. The seagull dropped the bait after almost a minute of pulling to and fro - the pillie flew thru the air and landed ....

right on top of the flathead that took the bait and was caught by Graeme.

its all true ......


seeyainthesurf,
chris