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I had posted this on the other side but thought this would be a more appropriate
area to post. Its been a boring day and my boat is hibernating for the winter so here is one that is true i swear it
Now this is a a true story my friends. After many years jb and i finally hooked up at the Lake Of the Woods to do some gator huntn. He had picked a cabin that was set in the back woods where even the skitters got lonely waiting for some human flesh to feast on. We unloaded our gear and set up house keeping. Ole jb decided to do the cookn if i got the fire wood. I found to my dismay that i had forgotten to bring my chain saw and only had a small hatchett. Being the Paul Bunyan i am i proceeded to chop down a big pine tree which took me about five minutes. As it stated to fall i found i had miscalculated which way the tree was headn. I yelled timber and told jb to get the hell out as it fell and landed on the cabin. I called for him and heard a muffled yell to the right of the cabin. Seem that jb decided to visit the out house and part of tree was blocking the front door
With my trusty hachette i made a hole and helped him out. Sleeping under the trees took on a whole different meaning that nite. We figured that a good night rest is what we needed. We dreamed of the 60"plus gator that was waiting for us the next morning.
There was no ramp but a steep bank that went down to the lake the next morning. We loaded our ten boxes of tackle and I proceeded to back my 17 foot deep V Lund down. As i backed down i heard this voice yell STOP. So i slammed on my brakes. When i looked back my boat had slide off and was now at a forty five degree angle and facing the sky. Half in and half out. Seems that I had run over jbs foot.
Being the Medic i was I put a mud cast on his foot and told him we would get xrays later. We finally got my boat in the water and our spirits were up knowing that the 60" gator was waiting.
Now jb is a castor and i am a troller.. I decided to let jb run the motor. I told him we would be doing some speed trolling to begin with. We started off at two miles and hour which is fast for jb. I told him to kick it up and that this isn't wheel chair fishn. So he kicked it up and now we are cruising at 40mph and our lures were skipping across the water at break neck speed.
I decided that the safest thing for us to do was to cast some 12 inch jerk baits out. Ya see i am left handed and am not known for casting accuracy. Being a side winder i forgot jb was on my left. Next thing i heard was this loud scream. It seems that my 12 inch lure had attached it self to jbs ear. Now he had a 12 inch ear hanger. Being the medical person i was i took my rusty cutters and was attempting to cut it off when he yelled fish on. Now he is standing up with his new ear hanger and his pole doubled over.
He yells grab the net its a record as this huge muskie jumps out of the water.
I grabbed the net and managed to bring along another ten lures that had some how had mated with the net. It was a beauty..It had to be over 70" and hit the scales at 60 lbs or better.
As i reached to scoop her up i bumped ole jb and he and the gator were now in the water. I will say this he never gave up. He and that gator must have swum around for the next hour neither giving up. He had almost got to shore when another fin took a liking to his new ear hanger and attached itself to it. It was to much for jb. He had to grab his new found friend that was now attached to his ear. All i could see was this monster musky swimming away with JBs pole behind him. Although he lost his trophy fin, he does have a mount on the wall. He mounted his 12 inch jerk bait and the 8" perch that was attached to it. To this day we have never fished again together. This is a true story cause those who have fished with me before know i am the entertainment when it comes to fishn
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area to post. Its been a boring day and my boat is hibernating for the winter so here is one that is true i swear it
Now this is a a true story my friends. After many years jb and i finally hooked up at the Lake Of the Woods to do some gator huntn. He had picked a cabin that was set in the back woods where even the skitters got lonely waiting for some human flesh to feast on. We unloaded our gear and set up house keeping. Ole jb decided to do the cookn if i got the fire wood. I found to my dismay that i had forgotten to bring my chain saw and only had a small hatchett. Being the Paul Bunyan i am i proceeded to chop down a big pine tree which took me about five minutes. As it stated to fall i found i had miscalculated which way the tree was headn. I yelled timber and told jb to get the hell out as it fell and landed on the cabin. I called for him and heard a muffled yell to the right of the cabin. Seem that jb decided to visit the out house and part of tree was blocking the front door
With my trusty hachette i made a hole and helped him out. Sleeping under the trees took on a whole different meaning that nite. We figured that a good night rest is what we needed. We dreamed of the 60"plus gator that was waiting for us the next morning.
There was no ramp but a steep bank that went down to the lake the next morning. We loaded our ten boxes of tackle and I proceeded to back my 17 foot deep V Lund down. As i backed down i heard this voice yell STOP. So i slammed on my brakes. When i looked back my boat had slide off and was now at a forty five degree angle and facing the sky. Half in and half out. Seems that I had run over jbs foot.
Being the Medic i was I put a mud cast on his foot and told him we would get xrays later. We finally got my boat in the water and our spirits were up knowing that the 60" gator was waiting.
Now jb is a castor and i am a troller.. I decided to let jb run the motor. I told him we would be doing some speed trolling to begin with. We started off at two miles and hour which is fast for jb. I told him to kick it up and that this isn't wheel chair fishn. So he kicked it up and now we are cruising at 40mph and our lures were skipping across the water at break neck speed.
I decided that the safest thing for us to do was to cast some 12 inch jerk baits out. Ya see i am left handed and am not known for casting accuracy. Being a side winder i forgot jb was on my left. Next thing i heard was this loud scream. It seems that my 12 inch lure had attached it self to jbs ear. Now he had a 12 inch ear hanger. Being the medical person i was i took my rusty cutters and was attempting to cut it off when he yelled fish on. Now he is standing up with his new ear hanger and his pole doubled over.
He yells grab the net its a record as this huge muskie jumps out of the water.
I grabbed the net and managed to bring along another ten lures that had some how had mated with the net. It was a beauty..It had to be over 70" and hit the scales at 60 lbs or better.
As i reached to scoop her up i bumped ole jb and he and the gator were now in the water. I will say this he never gave up. He and that gator must have swum around for the next hour neither giving up. He had almost got to shore when another fin took a liking to his new ear hanger and attached itself to it. It was to much for jb. He had to grab his new found friend that was now attached to his ear. All i could see was this monster musky swimming away with JBs pole behind him. Although he lost his trophy fin, he does have a mount on the wall. He mounted his 12 inch jerk bait and the 8" perch that was attached to it. To this day we have never fished again together. This is a true story cause those who have fished with me before know i am the entertainment when it comes to fishn
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