Dumbest thing done while bass fishing..

[olski]

It's funny I can think of a time when almost all of these things has happened. Except the golf ball thing that is just not to bright.

I has fishing a tournament throwing a lipless crankbait and after about the 15th hammer handle got careless and had one put a treble in my thumb.

Thats not the worst part after we pulled it out with the line trick and my world stopped spinning I noticed a small piece of weed sticking out of the hole where the hook was, so I grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it out................ Oh ya that was the nerve. I still can't feel the top of my thumb

P.S. Tonka, do I see a Quantum on the deck of your boat? Also you should see if you can post the pic. of when I split your roomy's head open with the tungsten weight.

[bassfshin24]

Well this is a story of my 3rd and almost 4th pair of costa del mars :-| Was out fishing with my brother and he was throwing a buzzbait and had a big explosion and set the hook and bait came straight at my head and jerked my head out of the way not remembering my sunglasses were on the top of my head...that was pair #1. Next i was fishing a tournament and got first boat out and i took off and i looked back to see where the boats were going...again not remember sunglasses on top of my head...there goes pair #2. Next i was fishing a muddy lake and was loading the boat and it got off track on the trailer so i got on my belly on the deck of the boat to straighten the boat out...again glasses on top of my head and fell right in. pulled the boat out and got in the water and was on my belly waiving both my hands on the bottom and finally found them. You would think i would learn to get a kneck strap for them. Oh yeah actually another time i was ice fishing this winter in a cabin out on mille lacs and had my costa's sitting on shelve and my drunk buddy knocked them off the shelve straight down a hole--20ft of water...good thing we had a camera and they went straight down...fished them out the next morning

[mabr]

Ive got 3 that I remember but im sure there are more i forgot.

1st. Over winter I repaired the front livewell that had a hole in it on my old skeeter. Opener up in Alexandria we drop the boat at cabin and go have supper at my inlaws for a couple hours. Got back at cabin right at dark, see boat at dock sitting really low in water. Humm, walk out and boat is full up to seats sitting on bottom of lake. I failed to attach the supply line to livewell after i repaired the fiberglass. Was not a good opener needless to say. Only good thing was we have a shallow dock.

2nd. Blast off at tourney, were mid number on fairly small lake. Another boat is heading to my starting spot but were gaining on them fast and should make it close. Were approaching a narrow point to the spot that isnt wide enough for both boats so I pull in to follow them in. Why I dont know but i never considered his rooster tail. It completly swamped us. We didnt get there first

3rd- Minnetonka on a saturday afternoon. Im coming up on a big cruiser and cut his wake. And the always unseen roller pops up leaving me no time to adjust. Speared a 3 ftr with everyone on boat watching and laughing. Lost everything that wasnt strapped down. It took a full 10 minutes of bildge just to get back on plane.

[Meat-Run]

I have a Ron Linder story here it goes: I think it was 1988 or 1989 but it was the first year of the Don Shelby Invitatinal and I was a selected observer/fishing partner for that particular day, it was the summer when tonka was down 6ft of water. Anyways it was those years when the Linders were in the "recovery" days and Ron smoked cigs like every two seconds and I poured hot coffee for him going 68mph to keep him focus if you know what I mean!? So we're fishing pockets of milfoil on the south side of goose island and doing very well like a 4lb average and culling fish about every hour. So now I asked him what time is our flight do back in for the way in and he wasn't sure. He looks at his notes and says "oh sh@t" we got to run, of course it was a typical tonka saturday and the boats and traffic and waves were unbelievable and I was holding like 30-40 rods on myside of the boat that had all rapala cranks tide to them. We made it back to the check point just with a minute to spare and he gets his bass and heads for the weigh in. I'm sitting there stuck to the boat, seat, and 30+ crankbaits stuck in my leg, groin, arm and jacket, I couldn't move and bleeding like a stuck pig from the rough ride back. I hollored to Ron to help and he comes back to the boat where I'm not doing good and he grabs a scissors and cuts the line from all the lures and says...."there yours have a nice day" and leaves me there with all these cranks stuck in me!!! Now I really wasn't mad but kind of dumb-founded that he left me there bleeding and hey i got some cool Rapala lures that never made it to the market that are one of a kind. Thank god my dad was there because he helped me get them out and stop the bleeding. I look back and laugh about this all the time bacause it was one of the most educational fishing trips I learned from. A note regarding bass...when you take one bass from a particular spot it will be replaced with another within an hour or so, he showed me how that works that day and most people didn't realize that fish do and will take over a particular ambush spot and trump smaller fish.

mr

[BeezeHound]

Was out with a friend in his 14 foot boat on a pretty big body of water. We had been fishing for a couple hours when we notice some really dark clouds fast approaching us so we decide to call it a day. He cranks up the motor and we take off for maybe 20 seconds and the motor dies, we ran out of gas. He says "Oh yeah, I supposed to stop and get gas before I picked you up." Ya think! Then, he puts the trolling motor in the water and turns the handle...nothing. He says "Hmmm, guess I should've charged the battery too." At this point I'm beginning to wonder how he even gets out of bed in the morning.

We have no motor, no trolling motor and of course no oars in the boat, the storm is getting closer by the minute and we're a couple miles from shore. He looks at me, lights up a smoke and says "Looks like we have some time on our hands before we get to shore." I look across the lake and all i can see is this massive white wall coming right for us.

Within a couple minutes the wind has went from about 5 mph to 30mph and it's pouring cats and dogs. We're sitting in this little boat with just shorts and t-shirts on, no rain gear or jackets, at the mercy of the storm. It's lighting and thundering like crazy and all I'm thinking is we're done for. The boat is rapidly filling up with water from the hard pouring rain and the waves crashing over the side so we empty our tackle boxes and start bailing water like crazy. After about 20 minutes the storm subsides. We're soaked, freezing, neither of our cell phones work because they're water logged and we're still not very close to shore.

Eventually we hit shore, but no where near where we need to be so we head up to the nearest house and ask to borrow some gas. The guy says the only gas he has is in his boat so we'll have to siphon it out of the tank. He finds a hose, puts it in the tank and tells my friend to start sucking, after a couple attempts my friend starts coughing like crazy and no gas is coming out yet. The guy says "Oops, didn't have the hose down in the gas, you should get a nice buzz from those fumes, let's try this again." So my friend tries one more time and this time gets a huge mouthful of gas, even swallowed some so now he's leaning over the dock puking his guts out. Eventually we got the motor running again and made it back to the landing safe and sound but I will never forget that fishing trip.

We've never been close to running out of gas since then, lol.

[leech~~]

Caught a Walleye!

mabr, buddy it sounds like you may need to go to a Deep V with some deeper sides to keep the water out! Or a submarine!

[chief]

Years ago, up on Rainy lake during the hottest June on record, I decided to beat the heat with a refreshing swim. While exiting the lake, I slip and begin to moonwalk (backward) down the knife edge of the granite slab from which I entered the lake. In doing so I slashed the bottom of my left foot in a manner I haven't seen equaled in Halloween--or its five sequels.

I'm bleeding so badly I leave my leg over the side of the boat for the ride back to the resort. Once there, neither of my two "buddies" will drive me into town, as they either "gotta cook dinner" or "have calls to make". A bandage is out of the question, so I shove the foot into that morning's minnow bag and drive myself to International Falls Non-Regional, Non-Medical Center.

After a half hour of phone tag, the on-call physician arrives at the facility, quickly inspects my wound, and informs me he's not qualified to repair it. He wants to send me to a specialist in Duluth. I inform him this is out of the question--from both a fishing time and gas money standpoint. I tell him to look at this situation as "good practice".

Long story short: I leave two hours later with forty stitches plus a drainage tube, a bottle of percocet, a worried physician, and the ol' Fred Flintstone oversized novelty bandage.

The next morning the foot feels like someone's trapped inside it and beating their way out with a hammer. But I gotta go fishing, right? So, I jury rig a sandal/bread bag contraption, snarf a couple percocet, and head out with my "buddies" to chase pike.

The fishing's pretty good, but, as my left foot (and my brain) lack any real sensation, I'm unsteady on my feet. Sure enough.....while maneuvering to land a fish I slip off one of the bench seats, but land gracefully in a standing position on the floor of the old Lund. Problem is, I wasn't graceful enough to avoid burying a 6/0 treble in the back of my left calf.

Back to the resort. Back to me driving myself. Back to the hospital. Back to the same physician, who audibly gasps when he sees me, as he's sure I've returned with some horrible complication from the previous night's experiment.

After a quick little slice, the Doc retrieves the treble, puts in two stitches, and says he never wants to see me again. A nurse comes in with my discharge papers and asks "When was your last tetanus shot?" I respond "Fourteen hours ago. Right here"

The moral of this story: Do your own driving when injured.

[Cecil]

And the winner is!!!!

Bob, tell him what he's won...

[RK]

I have a Ron Linder story...

Pretty much every Ron Lindner story goes something like that... I have a few of my own (I got an up close view of a 21' bass boat in the ditch, perpendicular to his Suburban, at 65 MPH...and he didn't flip it...). One of the single most brilliant people I've ever known. Also one of the most dangerous to be around because his mind goes too fast for the rest of the world.

[Larson15]

Wow..........

[RK]

Hiya -

I think you can separate these into most painful physically and most painful to the ego...

Physically, at least bass fishing, the worst for me was turning around to see whether or not my fishing partner had hooked the fish that I'd just heard hit his Jawbreaker spoon, and getting the Jawbreaker right in the sternum at 100 mph. Sounded like a baseball player smacking an upper deck homer. I went down like a ton of bricks. Wow did that smart.

My most embarrassing happened when I was probably 18. I was fishing with some friends in an old Lund with wooden bench seats. We all stood on the seats to fish, which was fine most of the time. I was standing on the little triangle seat up in the bow in shorts and flip-flops fishing a jig and pig on a deep weed edge. Back then (and still today frankly) when I get a hit on a J&P I tend to really reel down and smoke the hookset. So I get a hit, say "here's one" (my buddies all turned to look), reel down...and completely whiff on the hookset. Over backwards I go, which is bad enough. But my flip-flops on *both* feet catch on the gunnel, so my feet are wedged in my flip-flops and I'm being held upside down over the side of the boat. I'm flailing and spluttering, and getting my head up just often enough for an occasional breath, while my "friends" are collapsed in the bottom of the boat laughing. They're laughing so loud I can hear them under water. I finally managed to heave my rod into the boat and twist around so I could get one foot free and extract myself. I then had to haul myself back into the boat, again without help. Haven't worn flip flops in the boat since.

[Cecil]

Another Ron Linder one.

Backs brand new bass boat into access tournament morning. Lets it float off and pulls truck out rather quickly. Stops gets out of truck and boat was still strapped to trailer sitting ALL THE WAY (you could walk around boat on concrete) onto the concrete with bow facing water. Buddy was asked to hook his boat up to Ron's bow with tow strap and pull into water. He said it was the worst sound ever pulling a 60k boat across concrete.

[Meat-Run]

During that same tournement, Ron got a speeding ticket for exceeding the 50mph limit and swamped his boat at the same time....his moto...full throttle or dead stopped but it can't be both.

mr

[mabr]

[quote name='leech mabr' date=' buddy it sounds like you may need to go to a Deep V with some deeper sides to keep the water out! Or a submarine! [/quote']

Leech,tried that after the skeeter i mentioned, Bought a 617 had it for 2 years and had to go back to a bass boat. Just not the same. Speed got in my blood.

[slopmaster]

was on my girlfriends vacation last july and had just got done bass fishing for the day. Me and her 2 cousins were carring up the batteries to the house to be charged and i slipped on the wet grass and threw my hands out to brace my fall. Instantly i realized my left wrist was in alot of pain. I had the girlfriends father, uncle, and aunt look at it and it was starting to swell and they decided it was just bruised. I bass fished the next 2 days and couldn't even set the hook it hurt so bad, but still managed to catch a few while everyone was calling me a wimp. Afterwards i went to the doctor and found it i had fractured my radius and my parents weren't to impressed. Needless to say it made a good impression on the whole family, specially the guys, once they found out i fished with a fractured wrist.

Another one happened while muskie fishing when i was around 12. I made an overhead cast with a jerkbait of some kind and realized my lure wasnt going out infront of me, about that time i felt a WACK on the top of my head. Yup that big ol treble hook sunk right into my scalp. My dad cut part of the hook off with a hook cutter and we headed to the ER.

[Presco]

These are great stories, almost has become more funniest moments not dumbest. That said, I have another one. Again, wasn't me but not only one of the best fishing stories I've heard but best stories I've heard. I laugh almost every time I think about it including now. Keep in mind, the guy who told me this story is one of the best storytellers I've ever encountered, so a quick write up won't do it justice. Anyway, here goes...

So, this guy and his 2 brothers decide to take their aging grandfather fishing in Canada. Not sure on the lake, but its one of those resorts you park your car and then boat an hour or so across the lake to the camp. Their granddad (who has since passed) was in his 70's at the time and as they describe him, looks like Montgomery Burns from the Simpsons, old and frail. So, they get about 10 minutes into the boat ride and their grandpa turns to the oldest (the storyteller) and says he has to go to the bathroom...#2. Guy says, "ok, we're pretty close, we can turn around". Grandpa says, "no, no, no, I'm fine, keep going". 15 minutes pass and the old man again professes he has to go. Now they are halfway across the lake, but again the old man refuses to turn around. 10 more minutes pass and now the old man looks pained and says that he really has to go. So, they stop the boat to figure out what to do. Its a rental so they don't have any equipment (bucket, tp, etc). They discuss holding him over the side, but he has too much pride. "No, I'll jump in and go and we'll continue on our way". They argue with him for a few minutes, but he's made up his mind. Now, not wanting to soil his clothes, the old man starts to undress. Here they are, in the middle of the lake, 3 brothers and their 70 year old naked grandpa who has decided he is going in this lake right now. The old guy crawls up on the aluminum bench and jumps in. Now is where the storyteller tells me its early June and the water is still frigid. As the old man hits the water, every muscle in his frail old body clenches and he evacuates his bowels in full liquid form, a full on #3. He rockets to the surface, screaming from the cold, but he's not alone. His entire body is now fully covered and surrounded by a thin layer of oily discharge, a full on sh!t slick. They now have to figure out how to pull their grandad out of the lake while avoiding being covered with feces. Needless to say, it was a quiet but smelly ride to the resort but they have a great story.

[Cecil]

Too far... I call mercy rule

[bassfshin24]

Good call Cecil!!

[fishinfey8]

Deitz, man your stories made my day...it's been a rough week and the golfball story gave me a good laugh! Probably b/c it reminds me of when I used to shoot arrows straight up in the sky with my mini compound bow, and then try to catch them before they hit the ground. They were target practice tips, but the lack of thought before trying something always ended up becoming great stories. Thanks again...

[Deitz Dittrich]

Glad my lack of a brain put a smile on your face.. 8-)

[leech~~]

I know, remember I tried following you on a snowmobile!

[Stick in Mud]

I took a girlfriend who was a VERY inexperienced fisherperson out once and she saw me lip a fish and wanted to try it herself. I had gotten snagged at nearly the same time that she hooked one, so while I was busy messing around with the snag (who wants to lose a lure?) she got down and readied herself for her first ever non-panfish fish (I know bass are technically a panfish, but you know what I mean). Before lipping it, she complained that it looked like it had some teeth, but I assured her they felt like sandpaper. Unfortunately, I didn't look to see that her fish was in fact a northern.

[mabr]

Now thats a good one right there

[Stick in Mud]

Amazingly, we're no longer together.....