Only for those with a sense of humor

[hanson1287]

Well I have quite the story for those of you who will find this hilarious. I set out for Trout Run Creek last night at about 4 in the afternoon. I got there all the way from Pine Island only to find my gas light come on as soon as I get there, so before I even start fishing I have that thought on my mind will I be able to make it home or not because I dont have one red cent on me for gas. Well after pondering it for a little bit I decide to set out for a hike. I started out fishing panther martins in a few holes to no avail. After a about a half an hour of fishing I tie into my first fish on a rapala. It was a 14 inch brown. I kept wandering along the easement fishing the entire stretch as it was about 4-5 feet deep the entire way. After about half an hour and 5 or 6 fish later, I happened to tangle my line around a wire fence. Well not being very wise, or heck even say I dont have very much common sense, I grabbed that wire. Well if you haven't guessed it already, yes I got one heck of a volt shot through me with that electric fence. After i fuss with that to get my lure off, I head back towards where I came from. I then tied into a 17 or 18 inch brown. After that I got a call on my phone and was a little careless in that area too. I ended up losing the grip on my phone and kerplunk, into the water she goes. Well once again my instincts take over and forgetting that I can't swim the slightest bit and the water couldn't have been much warmer than 50 degrees, I take that plunge into the water. I fumble around for about 30 seconds in the water and manage to get a hold of the phone and pull myself out. After that I move back towards the car and fish for about 10 more minutes before I finally realize I am frozen solid. I make it back into the car and start to head home after stripping down. Well in the end that big bad taurus somehow made it back to Pine Island, although my dad probably wasnt too happy when he went to take it to work this morning and it may not have made it to the gas station. All in all it was a well worth it night. In the end I had caught about 12 fish, one shock, one phone lost, and probably a pretty mad dad. That 17 or 18 inch brown was a beauty and made it all worth it though. Well hope you all had a good time listening to my normal night.

[Quickstrike]

Good report, entertaining to say the least. At least you made it back in one piece.

[WCS]

That is a great story! Thanks for sharing with us. I sure everyone here has had similar outings. I am glad that you are safe and still had a successful trip.

[DEADhead]

thanks for the laugh... I'm sure many of us have had a trip like that before...

[Meaney]

that was a hilarious story, cant say that i have had that much luck in one outing! but who knows..my time for the electric fence may be tomorrow......

Bryan

[Tyler Holm]

Nice work hanson. Nobody ever said fishin is easy, safe, or cheap. I've even been know to make a special somebody mad occassionally when I get home late. IT HAPPENS!

Great job of the browns. I need to get out there. Your 17-18"er could eat my biggest brown ever.

[Dan Thiem]

Some guys have all the luck! Sometimes it bad luck though. The true fisherman like yourself will keep on just like you did. Thanks for sharing your trip with us. Very entertaining Taylor!

[nofishfisherman]

This story reminds me of a buddy of mine. We went out golfing early one morning. There were 4 of us and it was a nice day so we decided to walk the course instead of renting a cart. My friend had a really old bag that was really heavy but he had a pull cart he owned so he just used that.

The first hole went fine. The second hole on the other hand went down hill fast. At the tee box my buddy hit his drive and swung so hard he slipped on the damp grass and basically fell out of his shoes. He broke both laces on his shoes. So after trying to fix them to no avail he decided to not let it get him down and he played barefoot. He started to walk to his ball and started going up a little hill when all of a sudden his pull card lost a wheel. It dumped his clubs everywhere.

After a few minutes of trying to fix his cart he managed to rig it up for another hole until it broke again in a different spot. Instead of just throwing it away he was convinced he could fix it back home so he picked it up and carried the dumb thing the rest of the course.

As he kept playing he was shanking balls right and left. In the water, in the woods, in the sand. He ended up loosing everyball in his bag.

So you see this poor guy, walking barefoot, carrying his big heavy golf bag, carrying his pull cart, and carrying his broken shoes, with no balls left to play.

Why he didn't just call it a day after that 2nd hole I will never know. He walked the rest of the course with us that day. Luckily we only played nine. That was almost 10 years ago and he still curses that day. He was so happy when that course was plowed under to make room for a new course and new houseing division.