The Funniest Thing Youve Ever Seen On The Water Or At The Ramp

[Dogface]

On 3/6/2024 at 3:20 PM, BucksBasser said:

Over 60 years of fishing I've had a few.

I'll post one.

My neighbor and I were fishing one foggy morning on the Delaware river.

At that time I had a small john boat.

We were in a relatively flat section without much current.

Just above Tinicum.

We notice what looked like a leather boot moving across the water.

About 150 yards upstream.

We speculated what it was and finally decided to fire up the motor and check it out.

As we got up close we could see it was a deer, swimming from NJ to PA.

I guess the real estate taxes in NJ finally drove her out.

 

 

 

I use to hunt the islands on the Delaware by Scudder's Falls. One day while hunting a Y buck swam from Jersey to my island and onto PA. I told my hunting buddy because he was hunting the island the next day.

 

The next day he calls me and tells me the Y buck scared the crap out of him. He then proceeds to tell me he did not believe I saw a deer swim across the river and was not expecting to encounter a deer.

 

He was laying out in his sneak box when the deer was over him and went to sniff his face. He never heard it coming and had no idea it was there until it's face was a few inches from his face. 

[cyclops2]

Was he in Rutting Mode ?    😀

[Dogface]

On 3/7/2024 at 11:03 PM, cyclops2 said:

Was he in Rutting Mode ?    😀

 

He scared it away before he had a chance to find out. ☺️

[Munkin]

Guy was trapping squirrels at his house and then releasing them into the woods far away. Decided to put one in another guys livewell at an open tournament as a joke. The guy checking livewells that day I thought was going to have a heart attack when that squirrel launched over him during the check.

 

Allen

[Dogface]

11 hours ago, Munkin said:

Guy was trapping squirrels at his house and then releasing them into the woods far away. Decided to put one in another guys livewell at an open tournament as a joke. The guy checking livewells that day I thought was going to have a heart attack when that squirrel launched over him during the check.

 

Allen

 

I loaned a boat to a friend to use in Quebec. When he returned the boat he cleaned it out and I put it in the garage. A few days later I noticed "droppings" that had not been there when I put the boat in the garage. I suspected a squirrel had migrated from Quebec. I put it outside for a few days to give the critter time to find a new home. It turned out to be a Pine Martin.   

[BucksBasser]

The is a small PAFBC lake in central PA named Walker Lake.  It's a small, man made, reservoir for fishing and flood control.  Prior to being damned there was a small quarry into a hillside on the edge of what is not the lake.  The wall they were quarrying now forms a cliff on the lake edge with about 20' of water along the edge. 

Checking it out from shore I noticed a small ledge just above the water line running across the cliff.  The ledge varies from 6" to 18" wide and some places eroded away to nothing.  Figuring there was rock rubble underwater at the base I decided to venture out on the ledge to see if it held fish.  This was in April and the water still quite cold.  To move out on the ledge I had to face the rock wall and inch along with my face against the cliff.  About 30 yards out, as I stepped across a gap in the ledge, I looked forward to see a large snake in a hole about 8" from my face.  My weight was shifted to keep going so there was no way to turn back without taking a swim in the cold water.  

 

I was wearing a ball cap so I titled my head down in case the snake struck and continued out to a wider spot on the ledge.  I caught a couple small bass from the underwater rock piles but I couldn't concentrate knowing I had to return with a snake at eye level.  Then I got an idea.  I tied a senko on my line.  No hook.  Just a knot around the senko.  When I got to the spot with the snake I dangled it in front of the hole.  The snake launched out striking the senko and plunged down into the water.  I muttered " sorry bub, but your better suited to swim today than I am".  And returned to my truck.

[GaryH]

55 minutes ago, BucksBasser said:

The is a small PAFBC lake in central PA named Walker Lake.  It's a small, man made, reservoir for fishing and flood control.  Prior to being damned there was a small quarry into a hillside on the edge of what is not the lake.  The wall they were quarrying now forms a cliff on the lake edge with about 20' of water along the edge. 

Checking it out from shore I noticed a small ledge just above the water line running across the cliff.  The ledge varies from 6" to 18" wide and some places eroded away to nothing.  Figuring there was rock rubble underwater at the base I decided to venture out on the ledge to see if it held fish.  This was in April and the water still quite cold.  To move out on the ledge I had to face the rock wall and inch along with my face against the cliff.  About 30 yards out, as I stepped across a gap in the ledge, I looked forward to see a large snake in a hole about 8" from my face.  My weight was shifted to keep going so there was no way to turn back without taking a swim in the cold water.  

 

I was wearing a ball cap so I titled my head down in case the snake struck and continued out to a wider spot on the ledge.  I caught a couple small bass from the underwater rock piles but I couldn't concentrate knowing I had to return with a snake at eye level.  Then I got an idea.  I tied a senko on my line.  No hook.  Just a knot around the senko.  When I got to the spot with the snake I dangled it in front of the hole.  The snake launched out striking the senko and plunged down into the water.  I muttered " sorry bub, but your better suited to swim today than I am".  And returned to my truck.

That# great.. 😂😂 smart thinking 

 

[gbassman519]

Saw a man back his jon boat into water while his partner was in the boat, once boat came off trailor he got out of truck and got in boat- forgetting to go park the truck  , blocking the ramp  . roflmbo

 

[bamajama]

Besides the couples yelling at each other, there are a couple of my own that are not pretty. 

 

1) Picking up a stretch long lined duck decoys to move spots on the bow of a buddies dads 20' tracker over about 30' of water on a 0 degree morning.  Boat goes in reverse, I go forward and flip right into the water waders and all.  Had enough wits about me to reach up and grab the little lip on the inside of the bow before they filled up.  Never even thought about life jackets in a hunting boat before that.  Put them on people!! We closed up the blind, fired all the propane heaters and hunted in a virtual sauna for another couple of hours.  I was in my t shirt and boxers by the end of it I was so d**n hot. 

 

2) Loading my dads outboard ski boat on one of them busy ramps one day that has a dock that parallels the ramp a hundred or so feet in the water.  I drop dad off on the ramp to go get the truck and I go piddle out into the bay for the wait.  Dad comes down, gets in the spot right next to the dock so I could grab it to fight the wind as needed as I get closer to the trailer.  About half way down I start turning the boat toward the dock (around the boats that are currently using the dock) to get into position and hit reverse a little bit to battle the wind and the boat doesn't do anything.  Do it again and still nothing.  The wind has now started to blow me not into, but closer to the trailers than I want, and everyone in those last couple of spots are now watching me.  I try one of those quick hammer down in reverse with the wheel turned to give a quick jolt back straight and the next thing I know, I find myself teetering on the dock with the bow of the boat going straight up in the air.  The bow slides back down and I PANICKED AND HIT IT AGAIN, and the same thing happened again.  So it basically looked like I was trying to drive the boat onto the dock wide open.  When the boat slid down the second time I killed the motor ran through the middle of the glass grabbed the rope on the bow and hopped onto the dock as the front of the boat was banging against it.  We drug that freaking thing onto the trailer ratcheted it on with the winch and got up to the staging area.  I didn't know what had happened, it was the most embarrassing 60 seconds my life that felt like 2 hours.  Dad takes it to the mechanic and the steering cable assembly had grenaded and the boat only had forward.  

 

Those are the two that I remember extremely vividly.  

[BucksBasser]

Most of us have had a "Wiley Coyote" episode.  I've had a few.

Probably because I often push the limits getting into fishing and hunting locations.

So here is one of mine.

Aside from bass fishing on lakes with traditional gear I do a lot of fly fishing.

In PA we have a nice mix of bass lakes, smallie rivers, and mountain trout streams.

In the winter when lakes are iced up and rivers are a bit dicey I often fish trout streams back in what passes for mountains in this area.

I've always had 4x4 trucks fairly well outfitted for back country roads in winter conditions.

So one January I decided to head back into a state forest to hit a nice stream that holds native brook trout.

To get there I turn off a busy state highway directly onto a forest road that almost immediately climbed up the mountain gaining probably 1500 feet over a couple miles. Straight up the hill.

There was 8 inches of snow on the ground and a couple inches of ice and packet snow on the road (normally gravel) but the old RAM took her well.  At least for the first half mile or so.

All of a sudden I lost traction and started sliding backwards.  Breaks did nothing.  Trying to steer out of the ruts and hit some softer snow did nothing.  It was as if I was on rails gaining speed backwards down the hill.  I thought about jumping but was afraid the door might catch me so scratched that idea.  All I could think of was sliding on out onto the state highway and getting T-boned.  As I got to about 50 yards of the highway I slouched down and braced for impact.  Truck may have been going 20 MPH by this point.  All of a sudden the truck ground to a stop about 20 feet from going out on the highway.  Turns out in my attempts to stop the truck I had put the parking brake on and the truck stopped on some exposed gravel where cars on the highway had sprayed salt as they passed.

 

Needless to say I return back to the house and didn't venture into mountains again for a month.  I figured GOD wasn't going to provide another lifeline for a while.

 

In a few days I'll relate another tale that happened in the mountains while fly fishing the year before.

 

 

[Bankbeater]

Actually my wife reminded me of this one when she told me not to forget my keys.  My friend and I were fishing a lake that is about 45 minutes from his house and about an hour and a half from my house.  We were in his boat, and met at the ramp. 

We finished fishing around 4, boat is back on the trailer, his SUV and boat are parked up in the lot.  I am unloading my stuff from his boat and putting it back in my car, and he asks me if I have his keys.

I told him no, and we proceeded to take everything back out of his boat and SUV looking for those keys.  After a while we gave up and I offered to drive him back home to pick up the extra set, but he said he didn't want to leave the boat and SUV alone since it was getting dark.

He calls his wife to bring the second set of keys.  She was fuming mad, but made the drive. She gets to the concession area and calls for directions down to the boat ramp.  While he is giving her directions I find his keys in the car door handle of the SUV that you pull the door closed with.  He took the keys and threw them up under the seat, and found them there after he got home.

[gdub17]

My buds dad sunk his boat at the launch because he forgot the hull plug. Same buds brother was fly fishing with us for the first time. He was whippin the fly back and forth then it disappeared. He asked us if we saw it and we told him it’s in your ear lobe. My other bud bought a grand new rapala wooden expensive crank bait. He threw his first cast with it but apparently forgot to tie any knot so the lure sailed over the treetops into the woods never to be found. lol

[FishTank]

So then there's this guy..... 

 

[geo g]

I once watched a guy unstrap his boat and back down a steep ramp in the everglades.  The boat slid off the trailer and layed on the ramp well before coming close to the water.  It took a bunch of guys to help drag it down the dry ramp and into the water.  I learned a valuable lesson that day from watching this guy.  I never unstrap the wench hook until the stern is floating in the water.

[DaubsNU1]

12 minutes ago, geo g said:

I once watched a guy unstrap his boat and back down a steep ramp in the everglades.  The boat slid off the trailer and layed on the ramp well before coming close to the water.  It took a bunch of guys to help drag it down the dry ramp and into the water.  I learned a valuable lesson that day from watching this guy.  I never unstrap the wench hook until the stern is floating in the water.

 

Brother tells story of his friend...back in early 2000's...got brand new Lund Pro-V with roller trailer.

 

They did something similar...unhooked...and the brand new boat rolled off the trailer and on to the ramp. It took many guys a long time to get that boat back on the trailer.  UGH!!

 

[geo g]

3 minutes ago, DaubsNU1 said:

 

Brother tells story of his friend...back in early 2000's...got brand new Lund Pro-V with roller trailer.

 

They did something similar...unhooked...and the brand new boat rolled off the trailer and on to the ramp. It took many guys a long time to get that boat back on the trailer.  UGH!!

 

Something you never do twice!

[BrianMDTX]

This just happened the past weekend. 
 

I was fishing my local pond and was working a Texas rig. I felt something and set the hook. It felt heavy,  but no fight, but did reel in steadily. I saw my leader and then saw a bumpy green snout. Holy crap! I caught a 4’-5’ gator! 
 

Now, I’ve never seen nor heard of gators in this pond, but they’re around, so it’s possible. The head was about 10’ from my inflatable boat. All kinds of not-so-good scenarios started playing in my head as it got closer. 
 

it was an old, algae-covered dark green trash bag. 
 

Not gonna lie. That bag looked just like a gator’s head when it broke the surface. I almost fell overboard laughing when I discovered that my alligator was a @$%# trash bag! 

[Koz]

Probably me trying to back my Bronco and small kayak trailer down the ramp using my backup camera. If you video taped it Yakety Sax from the Benny Hill Show would be a great soundtrack.

 

But once I went old school I have no problems backing up and maneuvering. I lift the tail gate, put my right arm on the back of the passenger seat, and turn and look over my shoulder. Easy peasy.

[CutNRun]

I used to work at a tackle shop near a 13,000 acre impoundment in central North Carolina.  One morning a couple of retired guys who were regular customers came in to buy some minnows, hooks, and drinks, ice, & munchies for a day fishing at the lake.  They were in a large 1970s American made sedan.  As they loaded gear into the trunk and slammed the trunk, the guy driving realized that he doesn't have the keys.  They search their pockets, check the trunk, and come back in the store, hoping the keys were on the counter or something.  But no such luck.  They decided the keys must be locked in the trunk, so they go wake up the shop owner (he worked late the night before  and went catfishing after), who is aout half hug over and tired out.   They borrowed some tools so they could  remove the back  seat and maybe get the keys  out that way.  They took out the back and bottom of the seat,  borrowed a spotlight to help see in the trunk, then they  cut off and rigged up an old cane pole with a dull fishing hook on the tip, so they can move thigs aroud in  the trunk.  They'd been at this for 2 and a half hours  and still hadn't found the keys.  The  minnows are dying, the ice is melting, it's late morning and they're still no  closer to the lake.  Finally, after much swearing, sweatting, & cut kuckles, they pop the trunk latch open.  But the keys aren't there! As the driver's  buddy walks around  the open driver's side door, he finds the keys sticking out of the door lock...   Turns out they were there the entire time when the driver went to get  the minnow bucket out of the car....  They said screw it & went home.

 

 

Jim

[Glenn]

1 hour ago, Koz said:

Yakety Sax from the Benny Hill Show

That's actually Boots Randolph, which Benny Hill licensed.  Don't ask me why, but I have the 1/4" reel-to-reel version of his album.

 

 

[GaryH]

8 hours ago, CutNRun said:

I used to work at a tackle shop near a 13,000 acre impoundment in central North Carolina.  One morning a couple of retired guys who were regular customers came in to buy some minnows, hooks, and drinks, ice, & munchies for a day fishing at the lake.  They were in a large 1970s American made sedan.  

 

 

Jim

When I first started reading this I smiled, thinking of the movie Grumpy old men.

[BluegillsTightlines]

About 3 weeks ago I was heading home around mid day after a 4 hour trip resulted in 2 decent bass and a handful of nice bluegill. As I'm approaching the front entrance, there was this guy fishing about 30 feet to the right of the boat ramp. Now I dunno if he had a big fish slip the hook or if it broke the line, but he had something that looked pretty good on the way it was bending the rod. And then all of a sudden everything goes slack, rod straightens back and it was clear he lost whatever it was. I felt bad for him.

 

But then right after that he had a Yosemite Sam type rage/breakdown hopping up and down, gnashing his jaw, thought I heard a couple expletives or two, and maybe an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" and then he goes and does something ridiculous-- he bends the rod over his knee and breaks it in 3 pieces. Throwing the handle with the reel still seated to the ground and stood there with his hands on his hips for the longest.

[Bazoo]

6 hours ago, BluegillsTightlines said:

About 3 weeks ago I was heading home around mid day after a 4 hour trip resulted in 2 decent bass and a handful of nice bluegill. As I'm approaching the front entrance, there was this guy fishing about 30 feet to the right of the boat ramp. Now I dunno if he had a big fish slip the hook or if it broke the line, but he had something that looked pretty good on the way it was bending the rod. And then all of a sudden everything goes slack, rod straightens back and it was clear he lost whatever it was. I felt bad for him.

 

But then right after that he had a Yosemite Sam type rage/breakdown hopping up and down, gnashing his jaw, thought I heard a couple expletives or two, and maybe an "ohhhhhhhhhhhhh" and then he goes and does something ridiculous-- he bends the rod over his knee and breaks it in 3 pieces. Throwing the handle with the reel still seated to the ground and stood there with his hands on his hips for the longest.

Did he take the reel or did you get it?

 

Thanks for reviving this one @Glenn, I read the entire thing and enjoyed it. Got some valuable tips too.

[BluegillsTightlines]

1 hour ago, Bazoo said:

Did he take the reel or did you get it?

 

Thanks for reviving this one @Glenn, I read the entire thing and enjoyed it. Got some valuable tips too.

He kept his reel. I couldn't tell for sure but the reel appeared to be something like An Abu Garcia Ambassadeur or some other round baitcast reel.  The rod I'm not so sure about but it seemed to break pretty easy.

[JCfishing]

Didn't see it but heard it from the gentleman that I used to fish who was a MP in Vietnam his girlfriend caught a snapping turtle and it snapped at her as she tried to retrieve her hook and she hit the turtle so hard she knocked it out