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Ill have you know that I'm hard of hearing so I didn't see him.....
Ok Jim you gotta check out this video. I haven't laughed this hard in while.
Got my brother with a rapala as a kid once... thought I hit a weed behind me so I kept yanking and told him to shut up when he was screaming at me to stop...
I was fishing for surf perch off the rocks near Laguna Beach. Using a rod with too soft a tip for the weight of the sinker I was using. Trying to really wing one out there, I felt a tug on my ear. Big hook thru it about midway up. The barb went all the way thru and a big blob of mussel bait was still attached on the back side of the hook. My brother and I looked at it for a long time until he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled the barb back thru with a big "POP".
WTF why didn't you cut the barb off?
No tools. Hard to cut off barb with a pair of needle nose that does not have a side cutter. This was in the '70s... long before Leatherman. Sure as heck wasn't going to travel 1/2hr back to the house with that thing hangin off my ear. Not to sanitary. I wanted it OFFFFFF right away!!!!
Thankfully I never had that happen...OUCH!!!!
That spot near Laguna Beach was called Emerald Bay. And tho it was one of our best fav fishing spots, we had to sneak thru a private gated community to get there. That made it even more special eh. The spot was on the rocky point at the south side of the bay. At low tide the tops of the cabin sized rocks would become available to stand and fish by jumping a few crevices between them. You had to be careful tho because since they are covered most of the time, they have moss and mussels. Besides being closer to the area of the surf we had success with, there was a more grasslike moss there that the surf perch really liked on a hook. So one trip my brother's friend jumped way out on the rocks and stayed out there while the tide started to return... you can see where this is going... those of us with more sense were back up on the flat part by then... we look up and a big roller is coming in!!! We start yelling but the guy can't hear us over the noise of the surf on the rocks. He looks up at the last minute, does a double take, and starts to jump back over the crevice... the wave comes, and afterwards he is just... gone. WHOA! We run out to where he disappeared and see nothing. We run around looking and looking at the edges where the surf meets the rocks but... NOTHING. Then, after several minutes, we hear, softly, a cry for help. Looking around we finally see, about 100' to the left, the buddy hanging onto the rocks, mostly still in the surf. The waves are bashing him against the rocks and he will lose his grip soon or be injured. My brother and I both run down there, grab his arms and haul him up. Guess what... he still has his fishing pole!!! We said WTF... and he says it's his favorite pole rig and no way was he gonna lose it!!!
No tools. Hard to cut off barb with a pair of needle nose that does not have a side cutter. This was in the '70s... long before Leatherman. Sure as heck wasn't going to travel 1/2hr back to the house with that thing hangin off my ear. Not to sanitary. I wanted it OFFFFFF right away!!!!
Went north from Springfield to Nestucca to fish with a friend and a guide the friend found on Craigslist. Had to use guides secondary ramp as main one was crowded. We all got around the drift boat putting coolers and gear in. Guide unhooked boat from trailer and put bow line onboard. I offered to hold the rope as he was going to backup the truck. He acted indignant and told me he does this for a living. Truck rolled back and came to a stop. Momentum took the boat off the trailer right out in the current. My buddy and I hadn't anticipated that or the next event. Wish I had a picture. Next thing we saw was the guide had stripped to his boxers heading for the water. Never would guess he was a boxer man. Story ended with another guide boat coming to the rescue. Friend caught the only salmon. Came from Arizona to see what Salmon fishing is all about. Told me he'd never imagine it included nearly naked guide.
Went north from Springfield to Nestucca to fish with a friend and a guide the friend found on Craigslist. Had to use guides secondary ramp as main one was crowded. We all got around the drift boat putting coolers and gear in. Guide unhooked boat from trailer and put bow line onboard. I offered to hold the rope as he was going to backup the truck. He acted indignant and told me he does this for a living. Truck rolled back and came to a stop. Momentum took the boat off the trailer right out in the current. My buddy and I hadn't anticipated that or the next event. Wish I had a picture. Next thing we saw was the guide had stripped to his boxers heading for the water. Never would guess he was a boxer man. Story ended with another guide boat coming to the rescue. Friend caught the only salmon. Came from Arizona to see what Salmon fishing is all about. Told me he'd never imagine it included nearly naked guide.
Guide sounds like a pompus azz to me. After offering to hold the line for him I would have probably laughed me arse off right in his face.