i remember once, years ago, back in the 80's, me and the wife was trolling this bank one sunday evening. the bank was covered with fishermen who had corks strung out up and down the bank. we was trolling back and forth just outside the line of corks these folks had strung out and everyone was catching fish. us and the bank fishers was really enjoying the sunny sunday afternoon, taking advantage of the bite, everyone laughting and having a good time.. there was a small cut in this bank and in the back of this cut was a aged old timer sittin on a bucket. he was also fishing but cause of being in the back of the cut, he wasnt able to get his cork out there where everone else was catching fish. well he wasnt catching any fish and we pssed back and forth in front of him most of the evening and never seen him pull one in. well here come the game warden up the lake and i suspected we was probably caught with too many fish since we had a cooler full. me being the boat man and the wife the rod man, i had a little fun with her when she got to worrying about what we had. I informed her she had way over our limit and she was gonna have to pay since she caught em all. this got her to sweatin bullets and p*ssed at me big time for puttin her in a situation like that. well to make a long story short, for some reason he dint check us, maybe becaus we had all them lines out, going instead several hundred yards up the cove around a point. i figgered hed check us when he come out so i seen a way out. i told the wife to get the lines in and when she did, we eased into the small cut and i asked the old man if he wanted a mess of fish and he jumped on that like a fly on honey. we poured that whole cooler of fish into his two buckets, filling em both up and he was grinning like a mule eattin cuckleburrs. I said old man, you unnerstand these are your fish now dont you and he said yessir, i unnerstan. I said well it looks like you got over your limit so you better git home and he said he was heading that way right now and we pulled off as he wwas gathering his stuff up to get outta dodge. coming out of the cut, i noticed about everyone on the bank had left and we headed toward the landing. I always wondered what kind of fish tale that old man had to tell when he got home with them two buckets full of fish. Im sure that day he was someones hero when he got home. . after that the wife also refused to put another jig in the water when we reached our magic numbeer of 60 fish and she was adamant about knowing how many fish we had in the cooler when she was working the rods with me. ive tamed down a lot too since them days of long ago...... so bank fishermem and boat fishermen can get along and can even help each other out when the need arises.
Last edited by CrappiePappy; 01-21-2006 at 08:31 AM.
listen with your eyes---its the only way to beleive what you hear...