dozerII
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Okay this may be a little long winded but is a good story and I can laugh about it now.
A few years ago my brother and I and a couple of good friends all went on a fishing trip to Fauset Lake Alberta, just east of Slave Lake. It was early June and the Walleye weren't biting yet so we went after pike. We were catching them on almost every cast. It was starting to get late in the day and we had
about a mile to go back to camp and decided to see who could catch the most pike before we got back to camp. One of the friends, nick name "Browny" owned the boat said he would just drive the boat and let the three of us fish. Well the fishing was great, in the first ten minutes we caught over 80 pike. I then hooked a pike around ten pounds that I had trouble getting off the hook, and lost my spot on the rear casting deck to one of the others. When I got back to fishing I was in the middle of the boat standing on the left side across from Browny who is driving. Now I'm using an Abu Garcia Baitcater on a medium/ heavy Ugly stick with a Len Thompson Five of Diamonds on it, and I have fallen a little behind the other two releasing my big pike, So I go with my back swing and cast as hard as I can for a submerged log quite a ways off, and as my arm is coming down I feel a lot of resistance, but I can't stop the swing, all I hear is #$^%^&$%$% from behind me and know exactly what has happened, just not where. I turn around and here is Browny with one hand on his head and his fist in my face. When we all calm down and my brother quits laughing we are faced with getting this hook out of the back of his head. Well I don't do well with blood and Marty can't quit giggling so my brother goes for it. The first order of buisness is to get rid of the line and the leader, then cut Brownies favorite hat off so we can get at the hook. My Bro cuts the split ring to loose the five diamonds and just leave the treble hook there, then grabbing the hook with a pair of needle nose pliers he asks Browny if he is ready, Browny just curses and says don't tell me when just do it!!! Well you have to picture this in your mind, my Bro, has the needle nose in both hands and he give a quik pull as hard as he can, ( Browny is bald with a little hair on the sides) "remember when we were kids many years ago and we would put our hands on our cheeks and pull back to make our selves resemble orientals", well that's exactly what he looked like only with lots of #@!$@$^^$ with each pull on the pliers
In Alberta it is madatory barbless hooks, well Murphys Laws says that two of the three barbs on the hook are flattend, After three good hard pulls it is totaly evedent the hook is not coming out. Marty and I are just about peeing our pants laughing at this point. We head back to camp and take Browny up to the camp office where there is a wonderful woman who runs the camp and has dealt with this before. I went to our tent and came back with a bottle of wiskey for Browny ( the least I could do) he took a couple of good swallows and told the lady to give it her best shot. Well we thought she would have some special way to do this and low and behold she pulls out the alcohal swabs, cleans the area and then takes a pair of needle nose pliers and makes Browny look Oriental a couple more times. Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face through all this, his scalp was as tough as shoe leather. The fine lady from the camp took Browny in to the town of Slave Lake and had the Doctor take the hook out and we all had a good laugh when he got back, "the bottle of wiskey was all gone" To this day we all say I won the contest because I caught the biggest Brown!!!!!
Glen
A few years ago my brother and I and a couple of good friends all went on a fishing trip to Fauset Lake Alberta, just east of Slave Lake. It was early June and the Walleye weren't biting yet so we went after pike. We were catching them on almost every cast. It was starting to get late in the day and we had
about a mile to go back to camp and decided to see who could catch the most pike before we got back to camp. One of the friends, nick name "Browny" owned the boat said he would just drive the boat and let the three of us fish. Well the fishing was great, in the first ten minutes we caught over 80 pike. I then hooked a pike around ten pounds that I had trouble getting off the hook, and lost my spot on the rear casting deck to one of the others. When I got back to fishing I was in the middle of the boat standing on the left side across from Browny who is driving. Now I'm using an Abu Garcia Baitcater on a medium/ heavy Ugly stick with a Len Thompson Five of Diamonds on it, and I have fallen a little behind the other two releasing my big pike, So I go with my back swing and cast as hard as I can for a submerged log quite a ways off, and as my arm is coming down I feel a lot of resistance, but I can't stop the swing, all I hear is #$^%^&$%$% from behind me and know exactly what has happened, just not where. I turn around and here is Browny with one hand on his head and his fist in my face. When we all calm down and my brother quits laughing we are faced with getting this hook out of the back of his head. Well I don't do well with blood and Marty can't quit giggling so my brother goes for it. The first order of buisness is to get rid of the line and the leader, then cut Brownies favorite hat off so we can get at the hook. My Bro cuts the split ring to loose the five diamonds and just leave the treble hook there, then grabbing the hook with a pair of needle nose pliers he asks Browny if he is ready, Browny just curses and says don't tell me when just do it!!! Well you have to picture this in your mind, my Bro, has the needle nose in both hands and he give a quik pull as hard as he can, ( Browny is bald with a little hair on the sides) "remember when we were kids many years ago and we would put our hands on our cheeks and pull back to make our selves resemble orientals", well that's exactly what he looked like only with lots of #@!$@$^^$ with each pull on the pliers
In Alberta it is madatory barbless hooks, well Murphys Laws says that two of the three barbs on the hook are flattend, After three good hard pulls it is totaly evedent the hook is not coming out. Marty and I are just about peeing our pants laughing at this point. We head back to camp and take Browny up to the camp office where there is a wonderful woman who runs the camp and has dealt with this before. I went to our tent and came back with a bottle of wiskey for Browny ( the least I could do) he took a couple of good swallows and told the lady to give it her best shot. Well we thought she would have some special way to do this and low and behold she pulls out the alcohal swabs, cleans the area and then takes a pair of needle nose pliers and makes Browny look Oriental a couple more times. Do you know how hard it was to keep a straight face through all this, his scalp was as tough as shoe leather. The fine lady from the camp took Browny in to the town of Slave Lake and had the Doctor take the hook out and we all had a good laugh when he got back, "the bottle of wiskey was all gone" To this day we all say I won the contest because I caught the biggest Brown!!!!!
Glen
