04-23-2006, 01:35 AM
BEEN THERE - DONE THAT
Thanks for askin, I had my brother in law and his brother in the boat with me on that fine cast of a day. trolling at a clip of 12 miles an hour. I was the only one with a line in the water, the other boys just would not beleive that you could catch a fish at that speed on a fresh water lake. We had gotten about two miles when whamo' my rod doubles over. midium class rod and reel with a good 250 yards of 20 pounds test line.
I grabed my rod which was now ready to jump out of the boat setting the hook cut the engine and the battle was on. first round the fish takes a good 50 yards of line to wich I recanted by retreving 60 yards of line to which he replyed by taking 70 yards of line and my reply was to take back 30 yards of line and then the fight went dead.
I cranked in about 50 yards of dead line. figuring the fish broke off I fired up the engine and was going to get back up to my "crazy trolling speed" we got about 50 yards and mind you my line was still in the water, I figured I lost my lure. right about that time my rod doubles over again. again I grab my rod and killed the engine and was ready for round two. I probably only had about twenty yards of line out at the time just to give you some perspective to what happend next.
this fish took off running like a bat out of the big fiery red place and headed off to kingdom come. to put it in to english he took off running with my reel screaming bloody murder gears grinding and the housing glowing red from the friction, I grabbed the line with my two fingers to add aditional drag only to subcumb to second degree burns. that fish did not slow down till he reached the end of the line. and as the mono streched it began to sing, sing a song of the long gone fish that ended with a crack that rivaled the fiering of a 30-30 winchester.
with that being said I turned around and looked at the boys behind me and I said that was fun, seeing the expressions of horor shock and unbeleif not a word was utterd from their lips. I said whats the matter boys, catfish got your toung...
that was when the began to speak, "I dont beleive it, I saw it and I just dont beleive it! if you told me the story I would have thought you were just blowing chunks"
I to this day still bear the scars from the second degree burns.
well right about here is where one would figure the story would be over... nope, not here, not on bigfishtackle.com we tell only true big fish stories that never end when you expect them to.
I was using a 6 inch silver minow split-joint rapalla, I mention this now because this of corse too was lost with the 250 yards of 20 pound test and the smoking reel which had to be perminatly retired. This is where the reel shocker comes in to play. the following year in the spring time before the years groth had begun I was heading out on the same lake to do a little crappie fishing, heading out just before the drop off I see what looks to be a fishing lure laying on the bottom, I swing the boat around and go back and yep I could see a lure laying about 3-4 feet down, I tie a trebble on the end of my rod reached down and pulled up the lure, only to find it was a 6 inch silver split-joint rapalla with line tied to it, looked to be about a 20 pound test line, I pulled it in and wouldnt ya know, it looked like about 250 yards of 20 pound test line.
now what do you supose the odds of two people loosing the exact same lure on the same line on the same lake are. My conclusion is that it was the vary same that I had lost about 8 months earlier.
coinkydink? fate? carma? who can say, but what is the moral of the story? I will tell ya, when a fish grabs your line and runs for jubalee dont grab it with your fingers, or you will spend the rest of the day dunking your hand in the water to cool down the stinging...LOL
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Thanks for askin, I had my brother in law and his brother in the boat with me on that fine cast of a day. trolling at a clip of 12 miles an hour. I was the only one with a line in the water, the other boys just would not beleive that you could catch a fish at that speed on a fresh water lake. We had gotten about two miles when whamo' my rod doubles over. midium class rod and reel with a good 250 yards of 20 pounds test line.
I grabed my rod which was now ready to jump out of the boat setting the hook cut the engine and the battle was on. first round the fish takes a good 50 yards of line to wich I recanted by retreving 60 yards of line to which he replyed by taking 70 yards of line and my reply was to take back 30 yards of line and then the fight went dead.
I cranked in about 50 yards of dead line. figuring the fish broke off I fired up the engine and was going to get back up to my "crazy trolling speed" we got about 50 yards and mind you my line was still in the water, I figured I lost my lure. right about that time my rod doubles over again. again I grab my rod and killed the engine and was ready for round two. I probably only had about twenty yards of line out at the time just to give you some perspective to what happend next.
this fish took off running like a bat out of the big fiery red place and headed off to kingdom come. to put it in to english he took off running with my reel screaming bloody murder gears grinding and the housing glowing red from the friction, I grabbed the line with my two fingers to add aditional drag only to subcumb to second degree burns. that fish did not slow down till he reached the end of the line. and as the mono streched it began to sing, sing a song of the long gone fish that ended with a crack that rivaled the fiering of a 30-30 winchester.
with that being said I turned around and looked at the boys behind me and I said that was fun, seeing the expressions of horor shock and unbeleif not a word was utterd from their lips. I said whats the matter boys, catfish got your toung...
that was when the began to speak, "I dont beleive it, I saw it and I just dont beleive it! if you told me the story I would have thought you were just blowing chunks"
I to this day still bear the scars from the second degree burns.
well right about here is where one would figure the story would be over... nope, not here, not on bigfishtackle.com we tell only true big fish stories that never end when you expect them to.
I was using a 6 inch silver minow split-joint rapalla, I mention this now because this of corse too was lost with the 250 yards of 20 pound test and the smoking reel which had to be perminatly retired. This is where the reel shocker comes in to play. the following year in the spring time before the years groth had begun I was heading out on the same lake to do a little crappie fishing, heading out just before the drop off I see what looks to be a fishing lure laying on the bottom, I swing the boat around and go back and yep I could see a lure laying about 3-4 feet down, I tie a trebble on the end of my rod reached down and pulled up the lure, only to find it was a 6 inch silver split-joint rapalla with line tied to it, looked to be about a 20 pound test line, I pulled it in and wouldnt ya know, it looked like about 250 yards of 20 pound test line.
now what do you supose the odds of two people loosing the exact same lure on the same line on the same lake are. My conclusion is that it was the vary same that I had lost about 8 months earlier.
coinkydink? fate? carma? who can say, but what is the moral of the story? I will tell ya, when a fish grabs your line and runs for jubalee dont grab it with your fingers, or you will spend the rest of the day dunking your hand in the water to cool down the stinging...LOL
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