One summer I visited a local small pond for some time outdoors in the summer heat. I tried fishing with a 9" "grape jellyworm" in/ontop of the weed and pad beds choking the pond. After an hour, I didn't have one strike as I slowly moved around the shoreline (on foot). About 30 feet from a culvert pipe that went under the road along the pond, 4 boys arrived (ages 9-12) for some fishing fun.

 

   They were having a ball fishing with worms under floats but not catching anything.  I felt sorry for them and offered a jellyworm to the oldest boy but made the big mistake of not explaining how to use it. After going back to my fishing, I soon noticed the boy was not using the worm I gave him and went back to ask why. He said, "Yea, wer'e all using it!". Puzzled, I asked how can that be and the boy reeled in his line and, you might guess, there on his hook was a small section of the jellyworm! The boy had cut it up to share with the others!!

 

   After showing how to use the worm correctly, I gave each boy a worm and a weeder hook to try their luck. I never saw kids so excited about a new way to fish. And to my suprise, after a few casts and proper retreives, one boy's worm was hit and somehow he successfully managed to reel in a 2 pound largemouth. I never felt so good seeing that, especially after my experience failure.  Yea, kids showing up at your favorite bass water can be a drag but also some fun with a little help.

 

   Oh, and the boy who caught the bass? He asked me how much the worm would cost him. I just grinned and said, "Nothing...just have some fun with them". Then I left them to their fun day and left the pond. It turned out to be a successful day after all.

 

 

   How about you? Any funny stories you can share about your favorite bassing waters?

Why is it when you always say to yourself "this is the last cast" and it turns into a disaster of losing your lure or getting a nasty backlash or snagged in a tree..

I don't know why but , I take my wife to bass pro , I'm looking for specific colors and here she comes around the corner with these pink/white sparkle worms from out of one of the bins that sit along the front of the isle I assume , so excited she is , just have to have them she says , I look at her and say , with a kind of chuckle , were not here for fashion accessories love , well , I'm going to use them anyway , they are too pretty and I think the fish will love them ... wouldn't you know it , they were , i'll never question your judgment again baby , buy what you want . 

 

Who knew that bass were so into fashion besides her ...

My friend Dwight Hottle relayed something that happened to him recently that at the time - I'm thinking he didn't think was too funny.

 

But after some time, there is a chance he could see the humor there.

 

 If he does, perhaps he'll share it. If not, then I'm sorry I brought it up.

 

A-Jay

I heard this story years ago and this topic made me think of it so I will share:  It seems there was an extreme hard freeze that gripped the south for several weeks and all the lakes in the deep south were frozen over. Some northern fishermen decided they would go south for some ice fishing as they were sure no one in the south would be able to catch any fish because of lack of experience. They took all of their ice fishing gear and headed south. After spending several hours on the southern lakes fishing, they hadn't even got a bite, but they kept on trying. After many hours of fishing with no results, they saw a little boy come out onto the ice, chop a small hole in the ice, drop in a string, and immediately began catching one bass after another. They just couldn't believe what the were seeing, so they went to where he was fishing and asked him why they hadn't been able to catch a thing and he was catching one after another. The boy replied " doumn sofuth ye gout kiop wuroms wm, They couldn't understand what he said so they asked again and got the same reply. After a couple more tries, the boy cupped his hand and spit out a big "gob" of worms  and said, down south you have to keep your worms warm.

Those who have been here a long time will remember, "the harder I push,  the righter  I go".  (or something to that effect)

 

Let's see who remembers. 

 

Maybe Glenn or Kent could find the story and post it.  

My friend Dwight Hottle relayed something that happened to him recently that at the time - I'm thinking he didn't think was too funny.

 

But after some time, I there is a chance he could see the humor there.

 

 If he does, perhaps he'll share it. If not, then I'm sorry I brought it up.

 

A-Jay

Common Dwight spit it out.

My wife is the same way at BPS!  Oh, pretty sparkly pink and white lures!  I'm buying them!!  Same thing with tying flies.  I'm getting back into it and she will pick up anything that shimmers, sparkly, does not look animal like to use.

 

She will not use crankbaits anymore because last Saturday I got her a Yamamoto Chirara (sp?) squarebill.  Excited for her to use it.  Well, it was very windy that day and she got a treble stuck in her sweater.  She was upset, and I asked "What did you think was going to happen?"  Wind was blowing hard and you're wearing a loose sweater.  Then, I used her rod, first cast, I know I through it 100 yards!  Unfortunatly, that snap sound indicated to me the knot had broken, and sure enough.

 

I laugh about it now, but only behind her back to get away with it.

Why is it when you always say to yourself "this is the last cast" and it turns into a disaster of losing your lure or getting a nasty backlash or snagged in a tree..

 

That is the WORST! Happened to me one time while fishing braid. Threw my frog out at the boat ramp to some beautiful looking pads and all of a sudden VVVRRRRTTTT. Birdsnest. 65lbs braid. Lovely.

when i was younger, i used to fish an old cow pond.  one day, bored with the slow fishing, i decided to pull out a treble hook and started trying to snag a few turtles to get them out of the farmer's pond.  about 20 minutes into my snagging spree, i saw an old man staggering down to the pond with a fishing pole in one hand and a quart of beer in the other.  it didn't take long to figure out that he was wasted out of his mind.  "whatcha doin' boy?", he slurred.   i told the old fella i was snagging turtles.  instantly he wanted in on the action.  he said he loved to eat turtles and asked if i'd catch him one.  i decided to have some fun with the old drunk.

 

i told him i had seen a huge turtle on the other side of the pond and we'd go after that one.  he was all smiles as he stumbled along behind me towards the mythical lair of the mother of all turtles.  i waded out into the pond up past my knees.  i cast out the big treble and started reeling slowly.  when i felt the hook catch in a big wad of weeds, i jerked back violently putting a bow in my little spinning rod.  "i got it!", i screamed.  absolutely giddy with excitement and totally plastered at this point, the old man started whooping and hollering behind me.  i reeled the mass of salad as close as i dared, keeping it out of view.  and then i suddenly quit winding.  "aw man, he's hung up on something down there", i lamented.  "i can't budge him, this thing is huge!" 

 

right on cue, the guy sheds his shoes and bails off into the muddy water like a man possessed, determined not to let his dinner escape.  he wades out beside me trying to peer through the chocolate milk water to no avail.  "i think he's right beside me", i whispered.   "come closer and feel around with your feet, but be careful.  these things bite - HARD," i cautioned. 

 

wary but undaunted, and full of liquid courage, the old guy started shuffling his feet around beside mine.  i already had my foot in position, ready to strike.  as soon as i was sure,  i stomped on his toes as hard as i could.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that %$@#*$#% bit me!!!!"  he screamed (along with a few other choice words) falling into the nasty water at least twice as he scrambled to escape, now interested more in survival than turtle soup. 

 

3 sheets in the wind, soaked to the bone, and covered with mud, the old guy beat a hasty retreat to his car so fast he didn't even notice he left both booze and shoes behind. 

 

i never saw him at my fishin' hole again. 

Those who have been here a long time will remember, "the harder I push,  the righter  I go".  (or something to that effect)

 

Let's see who remembers. 

 

Maybe Glenn or Kent could find the story and post it.  

 

That quote was along the lines of "the faster I try to go, the righter I turn."  The event was the second annual Bass Resource Road Trip at Lake Fork, TX.  The words were spoken by a former member from New Jersey who had never run a bass boat before, much less a trolling motor.  The antics that guy pulled were priceless.  There was also another newbie to bass boats who didn't know that the big motor had a reverse on it.  The first time he drove it into the slip he almost ended up with the bow on the walkway.  It was very scary to watch at the time, but no permanent harm was done, and we laughed until we hurt afterwards.  I have very memorable moments from that trip.

when i was younger, i used to fish an old cow pond.  one day, bored with the slow fishing, i decided to pull out a treble hook and started trying to snag a few turtles to get them out of the farmer's pond.  about 20 minutes into my snagging spree, i saw an old man staggering down to the pond with a fishing pole in one hand and a quart of beer in the other.  it didn't take long to figure out that he was wasted out of his mind.  "whatcha doin' boy?", he slurred.   i told the old fella i was snagging turtles.  instantly he wanted in on the action.  he said he loved to eat turtles and asked if i'd catch him one.  i decided to have some fun with the old drunk.

 

i told him i had seen a huge turtle on the other side of the pond and we'd go after that one.  he was all smiles as he stumbled along behind me towards the mythical lair of the mother of all turtles.  i waded out into the pond up past my knees.  i cast out the big treble and started reeling slowly.  when i felt the hook catch in a big wad of weeds, i jerked back violently putting a bow in my little spinning rod.  "i got it!", i screamed.  absolutely giddy with excitement and totally plastered at this point, the old man started whooping and hollering behind me.  i reeled the mass of salad as close as i dared, keeping it out of view.  and then i suddenly quit winding.  "aw man, he's hung up on something down there", i lamented.  "i can't budge him, this thing is huge!" 

 

right on cue, the guy sheds his shoes and bails off into the muddy water like a man possessed, determined not to let his dinner escape.  he wades out beside me trying to peer through the chocolate milk water to no avail.  "i think he's right beside me", i whispered.   "come closer and feel around with your feet, but be careful.  these things bite - HARD," i cautioned. 

 

wary but undaunted, and full of liquid courage, the old guy started shuffling his feet around beside mine.  i already had my foot in position, ready to strike.  as soon as i was sure,  i stomped on his toes as hard as i could.  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH that %$@#*$#% bit me!!!!"  he screamed (along with a few other choice words) falling into the nasty water at least twice as he scrambled to escape, now interested more in survival than turtle soup. 

 

3 sheets in the wind, soaked to the bone, and covered with mud, the old guy beat a hasty retreat to his car so fast he didn't even notice he left both booze and shoes behind. 

 

i never saw him at my fishin' hole again. 

 

Paul, that post was not at all funny.  What you did was downright mean.  So what if the old man was drunk?  There was no cause for you to have treated him the way you did.

Paul, that post was not at all funny.  What you did was downright mean.  So what if the old man was drunk?  There was no cause for you to have treated him the way you did.

Was that you in that old cow pond Long Mike?  I'm sorry dude.  I've still got your shoes. 

 

just kiddin'.  seriously man, that was like 30 years ago.  i was a kid.  i was young and stupid.  nobody got hurt.  lighten up and you'll enjoy life more.

And this is why we don't do "humor" threads anymore.  Somebody, at some point, will get upset.

 

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