This. While fishing out of Bayou Black in the early 90s. It was a missing fisherman. Missing about a week!NOT PRETTY.
Mine was in Maryland and the crabs had not been kind...........
I would love to see a big old tree way out like that!
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Stangest thing you've seen while fishing?
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Mine was in Maryland and the crabs had not been kind...........
I would love to see a big old tree way out like that!
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While I was launching at Madisonville, to head out into Ponchatrain, I watched a local cop kissing on a woman that pulled up in a car next to his duty truck. When I pulled up to park my truck the were both in front of his truck. He had one hand leaning on the hood of his truck staring at the top of her head and all you could see of her was the top of her head bobbing, always regretted not calling the cops on him.
If you had all that on video you would be a rich man by now. Good story!
Was fishing in Bayou Magazille which connects Belle River to Lake Verret in the early 80's and thought I saw a hammerhead shark swimming slowly towards my boat. I knew it couldn't be what I thought I was seeing. As it got closer and swam under my boat I could see that it was a 6 to 7' gar with about a 4-5lb bass in its mouth.
Fishing ponds in Lacombe with a buddy, and had our catch on a stringer staked to the shore. We saw a lot of commotion with all the fish flapping around and when we pulled the stringer up there was a moccasin latched onto one of the catfish. He held on as we pulled them ashore, and my friend stuck a switchblade through the moccasin right behind his head, pinning him to the ground. He released the cat and we threw the stringer back in, then pulled the knife out. The moccasin slithered off as if nothing had happened to him and swam off across the pond, we watched him for a while and he seemed to have no problem from the wound.
Pale Horse
one quarter civilized
I'm pretty sure I saw someone shoot himself in the leg a few months back. I was putting in on Cheniere lake when a rusty blue 70's pickup pulled up over at the brushy side of the launch parking lot, where people go to avoid prying eyes. Two guys get out, and the passenger sticks a pistol in his waistband. They head into the bushes, and a minute or so later BAM! They both come hauling ass out of the bushes, the passenger limping like hell, hop into the truck, and burn rubber. I waited a few minutes to make sure they weren't coming back before I went over and checked the area, sure enough there was a blood trail.
I came up on a guy who's motor broke down, and he did not have a paddle. Dude was throwing his anchor as far as he could, then pulling the rope. He was exhausted and had blisters covering his hands by the time we arrived.
I kid you not after we threw them the chips and beer they were screaming "America!! America" I couldn't blame em, they had been here a couple hours and the first people they met gave em beer and chips!!!
mine is no where near as funny as any of y'alls.....
So, we fish the ATchafalaya Bay, we were fishin out there one day for red and specks, using artificial minnows, couple seagulls and pelicans flyin around, few porpoises, a small bull shark, the normal.
Well, my uncle threw out, and a sea gull ran into the line as it was in the air. (not the bait, just the line) about 20 feet behind the bait. The line wrapped around one of the gulls legs, bait landed in the water. The gull kept tryin to get away, and at the same time, was pulling the bait in and out of the water. Well, one of the times right after the bait hit the water again, a decent sized speck hit it.
number 2: I throw out and a seagull nabs my bait mid air, I guess when he realized it was not food, he let it go, but the hook caught him in the wing.....unhooking a pissed off seagull....not fun....
number 3 small gator, about 3 foot, sitting outside our houseboat on the bank, I throw the line across his snout, he snaps at it, holds on, and I drag him up to the houseboat, where my buddy procedes to attempt to grab the gator...gator takes off....I throw again, (gator went right back to the same spot) this time, he only hits the tail of the bait, ripping the rubber/latex bait off the hook, and proceeds, for the next 3 hours, to try to chew that thing up....was funny to watch.
So, we fish the ATchafalaya Bay, we were fishin out there one day for red and specks, using artificial minnows, couple seagulls and pelicans flyin around, few porpoises, a small bull shark, the normal.
Well, my uncle threw out, and a sea gull ran into the line as it was in the air. (not the bait, just the line) about 20 feet behind the bait. The line wrapped around one of the gulls legs, bait landed in the water. The gull kept tryin to get away, and at the same time, was pulling the bait in and out of the water. Well, one of the times right after the bait hit the water again, a decent sized speck hit it.
number 2: I throw out and a seagull nabs my bait mid air, I guess when he realized it was not food, he let it go, but the hook caught him in the wing.....unhooking a pissed off seagull....not fun....
number 3 small gator, about 3 foot, sitting outside our houseboat on the bank, I throw the line across his snout, he snaps at it, holds on, and I drag him up to the houseboat, where my buddy procedes to attempt to grab the gator...gator takes off....I throw again, (gator went right back to the same spot) this time, he only hits the tail of the bait, ripping the rubber/latex bait off the hook, and proceeds, for the next 3 hours, to try to chew that thing up....was funny to watch.
Had the same thing happen to me with a pelican. You don't realize how sharp the tip of that beak is til they get pissed at you.
lol me and my buddy were fishing in Venice and while his dad was cleaning the specks in the reds we were catching seagull of the pier. We tied a shiner to the end of the line with no hooks and they would hang on to the shiner almost all the way back to the pier.
can't say I hav ebeen hit in the head by one, but had one or two land in a boat while crossin lake verret.
would hate to get hit by the ones we see in the bay....caught some out there that are near 3 ft in length
Once upon a time, long, long ago, Daddy & I were fishing out in the general area of Vermilion block 131, hooked up to a production platform, way out in the Gulf. Casting astern. Was a hot, calm day.
Daddy stopped fishing to open a cold beer. After a few minutes he said "there is a man out there sitting in the water". I went below and came out with big binoculars; sure enough , there was a man, no, two men "sitting in the water". As we watched, astounded by this scene, the men approached. Turned out they were in one of those little old time bass boats, with the inward-sloping gunnels, and there was a boy sitting between the men. The boat was about 14', with a 25 or 30 hp outboard engine.
They circled the rig several times, idling, and then approached our much larger boat from astern, right where we were casting.
Guy at controls asks "Where did you find that rope?"
D: What rope?
G: The rope between you and the rig?
D: That is part of our rig-hook, we brought it with us.
G: Do you have another one?
D: No, but you can use your anchor line, if you don't have a rig hook.
G: Anchor? We don't have an anchor.
By this time, Daddy is getting both concerned and P-O'ed. He tells he guy: Look, I've been watching two squall lines and it looks like they're both heading this way; you'd better high-tail it back where you came from.
G: Which way is it?
D: Which way is WHAT? Where did you come from?
G: We came from Opelousas.
D: No, where did you leave the coastline?
G: We came through some big doors.
D: OK, that must have been the FreshWater City Locks. Head about 345 or 350 degrees.
G: What's degrees? (This was decades before Loran or GPS)
D: On your compass, 350!
G: Don't have a compass.
D: You mean that you are out here 30 miles from land in a bass boat with no anchor, mooring line, or compass?
G: I guess so.
D: OK, look at the sun; it is going to go down in that direction. Look at the big cloud to the north. Look behind you to make sure that your wake isn't curved, like you do on your tractor, and head for that big cloud. In an hour or so, you should see some antennas, head for the antennas. Now, get out of here.
Well, they hadn't been out of sight for 10 or 15 minutes, when our consciences kicked in and we both said: S__t, we'd better go get them and tow the bass boat in for them.
Never could find them. Checked with th S-O, boat landings, etc. No one was ever reported missing, so I guess they made it in OK.
"Fools rush in..............."
leVieux
Daddy stopped fishing to open a cold beer. After a few minutes he said "there is a man out there sitting in the water". I went below and came out with big binoculars; sure enough , there was a man, no, two men "sitting in the water". As we watched, astounded by this scene, the men approached. Turned out they were in one of those little old time bass boats, with the inward-sloping gunnels, and there was a boy sitting between the men. The boat was about 14', with a 25 or 30 hp outboard engine.
They circled the rig several times, idling, and then approached our much larger boat from astern, right where we were casting.
Guy at controls asks "Where did you find that rope?"
D: What rope?
G: The rope between you and the rig?
D: That is part of our rig-hook, we brought it with us.
G: Do you have another one?
D: No, but you can use your anchor line, if you don't have a rig hook.
G: Anchor? We don't have an anchor.
By this time, Daddy is getting both concerned and P-O'ed. He tells he guy: Look, I've been watching two squall lines and it looks like they're both heading this way; you'd better high-tail it back where you came from.
G: Which way is it?
D: Which way is WHAT? Where did you come from?
G: We came from Opelousas.
D: No, where did you leave the coastline?
G: We came through some big doors.
D: OK, that must have been the FreshWater City Locks. Head about 345 or 350 degrees.
G: What's degrees? (This was decades before Loran or GPS)
D: On your compass, 350!
G: Don't have a compass.
D: You mean that you are out here 30 miles from land in a bass boat with no anchor, mooring line, or compass?
G: I guess so.
D: OK, look at the sun; it is going to go down in that direction. Look at the big cloud to the north. Look behind you to make sure that your wake isn't curved, like you do on your tractor, and head for that big cloud. In an hour or so, you should see some antennas, head for the antennas. Now, get out of here.
Well, they hadn't been out of sight for 10 or 15 minutes, when our consciences kicked in and we both said: S__t, we'd better go get them and tow the bass boat in for them.
Never could find them. Checked with th S-O, boat landings, etc. No one was ever reported missing, so I guess they made it in OK.
"Fools rush in..............."
leVieux
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