We've all heard the clichés..."bad day fishing is better than a good day at work; Work is for people who don't fish; etc." But, seriously tell us about your worst trip fishing.

For me, I was fishing a summer night tournament just after getting my first boat...a fish n ski.

When we left the ramp it was cloudy. But as we made our way out onto the main body of the lake the clouds thickened and the wind picked up. The farther we ran up the lake the bigger the waves.

Suddenly, we hit a large wave, which rushed over the bow of the boat breaking one of the windshields and filling the boat with water. We scrambled around, headed for shore with the bilge pump working for all it was worth and us bailing water with a coffee can. Then the rain came...heavy.

There was a covered, private boat dock nearby so we took cover under it. It was really weird watching the golf ball sized hail stones plopping in the water. Splashing violently.

Then, as suddenly as it arrived it was gone. We finally got to start fishing. It was tough. Tournament started at 7pm and was going to end at 11pm. It was now about 7:30pm

We caught a couple, but nothing to write home about.

At about 9:15pm, we pulled up on a shallow water marker and began casting our spinnerbaits up on the hump. Then, I heard the strangest sound...it sounded like static from an am radio. It was coming from my rod. The higher I raised it up the louder it got. My partner said, "Look at this!" As if by magic, his fishing line began to lift out of the water. I told him, "Let's get out of here! Now!!" Static electricity was in the air.

We cranked the big engine and ran across the lake for cover. We beached the boat on the sandy shore and in one movement we both ran out of the boat up to a covered picnic table. This time when the rain, thunder and lightning passed we got in the boat, headed back down the lake to the ramp, dropped our fish back in the water, put the boat on the trailer and left, thankful to still be alive.

On the way home we were listening to the radio and the news anchor said there had been a tornado on and near the lake. We had no clue that a tornado had passed through.

The next day we learned that not one of the 63 boats in the tournament had caught a fish. They all left.

If we had just weighed in those three fish...

Now, what about yours???

I seen a t-shirt on a little girl that said "A bad day of fishing with dad is still better than a good day of shopping with mom!"

LOL!

My dad and I had a similar experience to yours 1LIPRIPPER

We were fishing on the south end of Toledo Bend and we had run about 3 miles from the house, and we fished for oh I would say an hour and then the clouds started to roll in, we started heading home and everything was until we got about 3/4's of mile from the house. The rain started pelting us, and the wind had picked up and the lake started rolling about 3 to 4ft. We were in a 19 Ranger, so we didnt feel that unsafe. Well we took several over the bow of the boat filling it with water, bilge pump was going off, I am trying to scoop water out by hand, and my dad was just trying to get us in.

About 5 minutes later, we took one wave from the side and one from the front, and all I can remeber at that point was being thrown forward to the bow of the boat. I latched onto the trolling motor and the motor turned off and the boat finally settled. My dad ended up in the floor, and had a pretty good cut on his leg from the windsheild.

We finally made it home and to this day, have no idea how we both ended up in the position we were in, neither one of us, remeber hitting anything, but we both remeber hearing a very loud pop.


and yes, both had life jackets on and kill swtich attached...