Fishing trip nightmares, ever had one?

I’d like to fish with Gary! Nothing better then a lil’ chaos in the boat/ice shack, just like peanuts and popcorn with beer, can’t stop cuz’ your having too much fun…..

Now there’s some funny stories. Plenty of material for anyone with the energy/interest to publish some books like Patrick McManus. But me, I’d rather be fishing….

Me and my esteemed colleague….Little B…have a whole books worth of bad fishing/hunting stories. Each individual story may mot be as bad all of them that you all have told on the post, but when you add them all up, there is a definate pattern of BAD LUCK. If you ever happen to be near where the two of us are together hunting or fishing…i suggest running away, fast. I’d feel bad if our bad luck rubbed off on anyone else…unless its Big B or BFD

Garys post reminded me of one i had in texas too. I hung around with this guy whos name was jeff quinn. He was a heck of a nice guy and all swamp rat. He lived right on the bayous with snakes hatching under his house growing up as a boy with his whole family. Well one day jeff came to the house and asked me if i wanted to go fishing down on a bayou and fish all night and i said what you got for bait and he said shrimp. This is befor i knew anything about fishing the bayous. WE got there and we got camp ready and night was coming, what a diffrence between day and night. We got my boat in the water and started putting in our lines and the banks were covered with rats, wild rats of all sizes, mean will eat anything types of rats, big and small ones. Well we fished for awhile and decided to turn in so we built a fire and i asked jeff why such a big fire and he said to keep the rats away and i thought to myself oh boy. So we had this fire going and we were drinking beer and he took the bait shrimp and threw a rope over a tree limb and i said what are you doing that for and he said to keep the rats from eating the shrimp. I said why don’t you just put it in the cooler and he said the rats will eat right through the plastic 48 quart cooler. So he hung the plastic bag from this rope and we went to bed. We woke up in the morning and the empty sack of shrimp was on the gound. The rats climbed the tree ate through the rope and ate our bait so we decided to pull our lines in and go home. While walking across this walkway afer getting out of the boat at the ramp we crossed a grassy area and jeff was ahead of me and not known to me he spooked a huge cottonmouth. I looked down luckily and heres this coiled up cottonmouth ready to nail me if i took one more step, i mean just one more step too, he was pissed. I very carefully backed up with one leg then the other and was glad when i was out of striking distance. I said jeff look at this snake and he said what kind is it and i said hell i don’t know jeff. Well he came running back and caught this cottonmouth and held it by the neck squeezing it with his hand while this cottonmouth is just twisting and turning and mad as hell trying to get away. He takes this 10 pound cottonmouth and puts it in a gunny sack and takes it over to my mom and dads house. He takes this very very pissed cottonmouth out of the gunny sack and walks up to the front door of our house and walks right in and my mom goes up on the back of the couch and my dad runs into the kitchen. He says whats wrong haven”t you ever seen a cottonmouth and my hysterical mom says in a faint voice, no is that a cottonmouth and jeff says heck yes isn’t it neat and mom says i guess so. Her eyes were as big as saucers and said very politely can you take it out now and jeff said sure and walked out politely carrying this very pissed cottonmouth. He took it home to his dad and his dad told him to turn it loose in the bayou in front of the house. Give me the north country anyday!!

I got one more but this a bowhunting story. One late afternoon i was walking twards the truck after i got out of my stand from bowhunting. I looked up and was eyeing this tree with no branches on it that i thought would be a good place to put up my stand the next morning, i thought heck yes what a tree because i seen deer walking under this tree earlier in the day from my stand. So i went to sleep thinking about this nice tree and woke up in the morning and got to this tree way befor dawn anticipating a good hunt from this tree. I put my stand up the tree and wrapped my safety harness arround the tree and me and sat down and watched the sun rise. After a little bit i seen a bee hovering around my head then another, then after about 10 minutes there were dozens flying all aound me. I thought what the hecks going on and looked up and there were honey bees going in and out of a hole by the hundreds. It looked like grand central station and i couldn’t get out of that tree fast enough. I looked over befor i moved and there were deer, does only, coming down the edge of the alfalfa field heading for bedding after feeding all night. I thought this isn’t the first time ive been busted befor so i got down out of that bee tree, it was possibly getting stung or getting busted by the deer. i chose the latter