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Fishing Last Saturday

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I got to go fishing this past Saturday. We had a Beer Camp, uh, I mean Deer Camp clean up weekend, and since I do not hunt, I always fish. Well, Gayle, one of the hunter
 
summertime there.
I have always been a fishing fanatic, tho i prefer the ocean nowadays.
WTG Linda
Wayne
 
love to fish, I have never wanted to go deep sea fishing. Scott has taken the kids on a couple of different occasions, but I just an not interested in that. I'd rather find a good crappie bed! I just am not having any luck, and the place we fished in the photo does not have a crappie in it, I'm convinced.
Yes, our weather has been great here. When we fished, I think it was 78 degrees. My roses look like crap because it has been so wet. Anyway, I'm looking forward to some nice weather.:)
 
sometimes its not like the "deepsea fishing" you are thinking of, often just sitting in the boat on a sunny day and jigging up Cod, Salmon, Sea Bass etc. Or straining to get a 40 lb Halibut up from 300 ft deep.
"Bucktailing" for Salmon, a big Fly with a spinner on it right in the prop wash is exciting!
We also have river flyfishing for Steelhead (a large seagoing Rainbow trout up to 20+lbs).
So many ways so little time <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Have a good day Sis....
Wayne
 
What are all those, ahem, empties, in garbage can.
I was going to say it was a Dr. Pepper camp, but .... <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
nice row of fish.. Just pan size <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
all the best
M
 
I remember I was diving in Pat Bay, in Victoria. This would be, oh in the mid to late '60s, I think. My partner and I { I dove with a partner in those days] went out to get a feast of crabs. As always, we took a speargun with us as well.
Well, Bob [Hooper--my partner] sighted himself a nice sized Halibut.. Maybe 3-3 1/2 feet long. With visions of steaks on the barbie, he loads up the speargun, using 2 elastics, and procedes to shoot this halibut.
You have never seen anyone get dragged like that. It was like being on roller skates and having a rope tied to a car and then having it tear off. Both arms were jerked out straight in front of him, bubbles streaming straight back and he is heading south.
Try as I might, I cannot keep up. So the only logical thing to do is surface and wait. Luckily, it was a calm day so that when he surfaced, 250 yards away, I could see him. Through my sputtering laughter, I asked what happened. He said that the b@$tard fish just kept going and he could not stop it.
I asked where his gun was and his reply was a string of profanity that even a sailor would blush at. {remember that we were university students and fish was part of our poor student diet]. He told me that 150 feet or so, the halibut was still going down, so the only thing he could do is let go, gun and all.
Anyway, obviously, we never found the gun, or fish, and Bob had to live with a non-stop riding for weeks after.... the man who got bested by a piddly-assed ltlle halibut <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
And then there was the time that I had a boat [not mine] torn apart by a hailbut.
all the best
M
 
I had a runt of a buddy that had a big king salmond try to take him across Lake Michigan!! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
This would be back in the '70s, again, in Victoria by a place called Race rocks. This area is renowned for its large fish. There have been 80 and even a 90 pound salmon pulled out of this area. In fact, British Columbia used to have a province wide fishing contest... largest salmon won a boat, motor and trailer. After the 3rd or 4th straight year of the winner coming from Race Rocks, the area was banned from entering in the following years.
Along with large salmon, the area has large halibut. So, a buddy and I get his boat [an old wooden, lapstrake thing with a seagull motor on the back, and go out to catch a halibut. Y'know, you would have thought that I would have learned about halibut, but I guess my parents WERE first cousins <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> {I'm okay. I'm okay!!! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">}
So we do a set line, and dropped it down to about 175-200 feet and let it set. After a couple of rum [in spite of my admonitions to Lil Sis, I do not, and never have, drunk beer... rum however.... <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">} and cokes, we checked the line.
We pulled this line up and were convinced that we had a large pile of kelp or a log. It was incredibly difficult. No power gurdie, no winch, just a hand over hand pull. When we got the set to the surface, to our delight, we had a halibut on the line. And What a halibut. 4 - 5 feet long and thick as ever.
I knew what these suckers could do so my buddy pulled out a MAB 32 cal. pistol and plugged it in the brain. It thrashed for a minute of two and then we arm wrestled this sucker into the boat. On hindsight, probably should have tried tying it by the tail and pulling it backwards. It would have been better, but it was dead, right?? <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
Anyway, we fired up the old seagull, and headed back to Pedder bay, our launch point. I guess we were about 1/4 mile from the marina, maybe a little more, when this fish decides to start to come awake and start thrashing. Geeezus, it beat the living daylights out of the seats, the strakes, the transom,....pretty much everything. Meanwhile, we are trying to subdue it and getting absolutely nowhere.
After an eternity, [well, 4 or 5 minutes I guess but it sure seemed a lot longer] the boat sprung more than a few leaks, and the fish just up and flipped over the side. The boat was toast. I mean it was totally unsalvageable. The motor was tossed over during the thrashing and there was water coming in everywhere. Luckily, for us, there was another boat coming up who picked us up.
So, the fish got away, the boat and motor were both gone and we had bruises and scrapes in places that I did not know could get bruises and scrapes.
But we had one heck of a ride, even if it was only for a while.
Found out later that the brain is so small, you have to hit it and then hit it again. <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">[probably again after that would not have hurt, either]
All the best
M
 
would have liked to have been there for sure......now about the wrecked boat? <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Wayne
 
power of a Halibut. Your adventure has been repeated by others as you know <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Last spring i had to teach my Alberta buddy how to rub their bellies to keep them quiet prior to giving them the "last rites". Just small ones 25-35 lbs can give you lots of grief in a boat, we never bring anything over 30 ish into the boat until its totally pacified <img src="/metal/html/grin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":grin">
Wayne
 
couldn't reach the net for one of the big bass I got tangled up in brush a few months ago!!!!!!!!! Well, I wouldn't know what to do with a fish that big. I enjoyed both of your stories. You should post more of them! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
a little embarressed printing the photo with this background, but as I said, they were cleaning up. Of course some of them can't do anything without a little drink or two. For the most part, they are beer drinkers. The Dr. Pepper was my son's. <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":)">
 
you get a "bite" <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
there had to be some mad scrambling going on in that boat!!
I heard of a guy shooting a muskie so it would not od the same but he did it while the fish was laying in the bottom of the boat and blew the bottom out of the boat.
Funny but I never hear of women doing things like that!! <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
 
but not so funny to be in it. My father-in-law loved to fish. When he would go camping on the coast of Maine, he would always bring a boat. Usually he would go out in the bay and fish for flounder but occasionaly the blues would be running. We used to fish off the mouth of the Kennebec river near Seguin island. We were out there and the water erupted with pogies, followed immediately by blues chasing them. The fish were so intent on the prey that our little boat didn't stand a chance. We had a 4ft. blue come over the rail right into the boat. Sorta like a runnin chainsaw with gills <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> fortunately the OM had a billy, managed a good whack and put him down. It sure made some good eating that night but I'd rather catch em than have em land in my lap <img src="/metal/html/biggrin.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":D">
Dave
 
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