One time I was fishing, and I actually caught a lot of fish. Now, for me, that's very strange.

Back several years ago when my sons were younger, we were at a local lake bank fishing for carp. My oldest son's reel had messed up (cheaper reel) so I let him use one of my better rigs. I warned them not to walk off and leave their rods, but the older one did and sure enough, zoom, there went my rod & reel. Yep I was mad but what can you do? About 10 minutes later the younger boy got a bite and started fighting a fish... He worked his little heart out and managed to land the carp, which was pretty good size. As we were taking the hook out, we noticed another hook with line in it's mouth so we pulled on the line...Yep, at the end of the line was my rod & reel that the older son had lost...My younger son still kids the older one about that every time we go fishing...lol

When my wife and I go fishing, my wife goes catching and I go fishing...Yep, she regularly out fishes me but it's all good...

"It's all good"? I would say it's all GREAT! My wife (when I can get her out) is all about the "catching" ... and the better she does, the longer we can stay and the sooner she will be back!

Catfish Corner one day tightlining with shrimp caught a 4 lb largemouth bass.

Once I was fishing and a fish ran off with my rod. I kindly went up and asked for it back and he gave it to me with no problems.

Fishing a couple years ago at the local pond and I was using a cheap ultralight spinning combo with a beetle spin and a live worm on the hook. I cast it out, put the rod on the bank (unsecured of course) and walked a little ways down the lake to fish another spot. I come back after 10-15 minutes and see the butt of the rod slowly going under water...Sprint over to the rod, set the hook, and catch a 3 pound carp. Sure was fun on an ultralight

When I was a kid maybe 4-5 years old I went with my dad over to Bonham SP. I was tagging along behind him maybe 100 yds. in the woods. We went in the back way across a fence to get on the other side of the lake. When my dad comes running through the woods and yells at me to get to the car as fast as I can. There was some crazy person chasing him through the woods. I got a glimpse of him. We got in the car and sped off. I was told not to tell my mother, because she might not let me go with him again. I still haven't told her. He has been dead for over 10 years now. I think I will tell her.

When i was about 8 years old we were headed to the lake, about 5 a.m this lady came running out the main road and said big foot was attacking her house. Said he was beating the side of her house. My dad drove her back to her house and investigated. When he got back in the truck said she was crazy and we went on to the lake

Summer 04'- I was still residing in Round Rock,Tx, and a good friend of mine told me about how good the Guadalupe River was good for Smallmouths and Guad bass so, I packed up my rods,kayak and headed south on I-35.(This trip was so theraputic for me, just recently divorced, I needed some R&R) I arrive to Canyon City and launched my Kayak and parked off of F.R.306. Just before I went fishing, my eyes were focused on toobers. "What was I thinking trying to fish around all these people?"I thought to myself.With fishing fever setting in, I said the hell with it. There was a sign posted on a tree near my launch area that indicated that TPWD released Rainbows and Brown Trout in the River. "Cool!" I thought. Mind you I went ther for Bass, this trip got interesting. 30 yards from where I started, BAM! 17" Smallie."Yes!"I yelled. Over the next 3 hrs I caught and released 12 Smallies between 10"and 18" inches,3 Guadalupe bass between 8"and 12". Floating down the Lupe' you can't help but to soak up the scenery; Gorgeous high bluff banks, ancient cypress trees lurk all around you, COLD water comforts you in the Texas summer. Floating around I thought,"This could'nt get any better."I came to a small rapid that toobers were flying down like a rocket and at the bottom, the current made a small eddy. So, I shot down the rapid, almost capsising, I got myself steady and was sitting in the eddy. I had a small finesse worm(Exposed Jig/ Zoom "Meathead" Worm combo) rigged for bass with about 3 ft of line out. Making sure all my gear did'nt wash down river, my rod doubled over and almost lost it."Oh CARP!" I yelled. People were shooting down that rapid like kids on a slide while that fish bit; Thought I had a huge Smallmouth,saw a silver like flash and landed a 22" Rainbow Trout in the middle of the summer in Texas.(My personal best)

This happen over a period of a 2 weeks over 50 years ago. We were visiting my relatives in Mississippi, my mothers dad (Ott) wanted to go fishing so he and my dad went to the Strong River, to a place named 'Otts Hole" by all the locals, which was part of the old Pearl River, well Ott hung a fish with his cane pole and line that broke off, next day they went back, using Dads stuff, they again hung a fish and never turned it, this continued for several days, each time they bring back a lot of catfish back but always the same story about losing the big one, finally they decided to try one more time, using para-cord and a small boat, the biggest treble hook you ever saw and a whole chicken for bait, only to come back with no fish,no line,no hook, and no boat. The story was the fish took the bait,pulled the boat around till it flipped and the fish was never seen again. Several years later, after Ott had passed on, the Strong River changed course creating an oxbow, that oxbow finally dried up leaving a skeleton of an alligator gar roughly 14-15' long, could this have been the fish that always got away

Last Spring at the parents weekend farm outside of Crockett I was using the fly rod for small bass and big perch. Caught an AWESOME 24" LM that took almost fifteen minutes to get in. Next cast caught a 4" blugill. Just as I was about to swing the gill up on the bank to release him, my weenie dog jumped into the pond after the perch> When my weenie hit the water the gill jumped out of the water.

I swear with God as my witness that a LMB jumped out of the water chasing that bluegill, and knocked the perch off the hook and hooking itself.

I then landed the bass.

The weenie was unfazed.

I swear every word of this is true. I am not clever enough to make that up.

never good when your weenie hits the water!

I was fishing the POC jetty using a grapple anchor. I begin to pull in the anchor and it's stuck tight. I use the motor to straighten the grapple. The anchor pulls free and I start to pull in the rope but it gets stuck again. I pull it with the motor again but it's rediculously heavy. I get the anchor in and one of the prongs of the grapple had hooked through the eye of another anchor that was then stuck in the rocks. I was pulling in two anchors about 200' of rope.

When I was about 12 or 13 I was on a regular trip to fish the Illinois river in NE Oklahoma. We pulled to canoes up at Peavine Hollow for a lunch break moving about 50 yards up a dry creek for some shade. We were enjoying or lunch when I noticed my buddy's mom had left a line out and the rod was set in the handle of her canoe. The rod tip was bouncing pretty good so I asked if they were going to get it? None of the older folks wanted to make the dash so they told me to get it.
I bust out running along the gravel and as I get closer the rod just starts bouncing wilder and wilder. I'm about 10 yards away when it pops out compleatly and into the river. Not one to give up I dove right in after it only it was a more shallow then I guessed and hit my head on the rocks. Still this fish isnt going to win so I swam around under the water feeling around and sure enough found the rod. I get back to shore and land the fish. A lovely 7 pound Buffalo. You could hear em laughing in Tulsa!

Somewhere there is a pic of me soaking wet with my head bleeding and my feet hurting holding up that fish.

I caught (2) 5 pound LMB with chicken liver on the same fishing trip to Lake Fayette.

Things I've pulled out of the water:

A brand new Shimano spinning reel on a Shakespeare pool that still had the plastic on the cork handle. (On my first cast at Stubblefield park on Lake Conroe)

A flip phone connected to a branch by a line with a rattle trap on the end of it. (Cagle park on Lake Conroe)

But the strangest fish I have caught was a 4 ft eel at Champions park in Cedar Park. It was in the middle of the night and I was fishing alone. I'm really glad that I was fishing from a bridge with my Crappie light because I would have freaked out if I would have pulled it all the way up without seeing what it was first. I had no idea that eels lived in fresh water. The only thing that I knew about eels at the time was that some will shock you with electricity. Turns out I caught a record size eel but all I wanted to do when I caught it was cut the line and go home.

Could have been, one of them, can't remember which, lives in Kemah right off of the bay.

my strangest is that one day i went out to the lake at 6am...and the wife did not call and whine about me being out for the whole day...guess there are those days...

one of the funniest one i remember is when i was out on the lake fishing and saw some guy wading in...he was just strolling along walking futher and futher out into the lake casting and retreiving...i turned to check my poles and when i turned back the guy took a few more steps out and POOF was gone he went straight down did not fall forwards or backwards but straight down...when he came up he was cussing and screaming and splashing about. I nearly peed my pants laughing so hard.

that was one of the few moments i wish i had had a video camera.

About ten years ago I was fishing for catfish. My pole went crazy thinking I had a huge flat head on my line. Only to find I had caught a BAT!!! Some how it got tangled up in my line. Good thing I had some welding gloves in my truck. That thing tried to bite me the whole time I was getting it untangled....

My boyfriend and I were fishing at a pond on base in California. He caught a pretty nice rod and reel, and we still use it!

Another time we were fishing in what California likes to call a lake (really, a large pond) and I got stuck on a reed. He didn't want to lose the lure and waded out to get it, and stuck on that reed was a line with a bluegill hooked to it! It must have been caught that day, he was still alive and kicking.

I actually told my mother this week. She was in shock, but could see how I swore to secrecy.

Many years ago I was fishing on the 61st Street Pier in Galveston; a kid caught a large Gafftop Catfish and tried to kill it by stomping on it. He ran the dorsal fin through his tennis shoe and a good way into his foot.

When I was a sophomore in high school my dad let me take our boat for the first time without him to lake Mackenzie with my sister and a couple of friends. We had just unloaded the boat and my sister was in the boat. I had already put my truck keys in the boat glove compartment so from the pier I asked her to HAND me the keys. Well she tossed them and I wasn't ready and PLOP into the water they went. Mackenzie was over an hour away from our house and there was no way I was calling dad. After diving for a while for them a couple of old fisherman pull up to the dock in an old beat up john boat and ask what's going on. One pulled out a big magnet and on the first drop brought up my keys. I couldn't believe it.

Was working a sof plastic out at Clear Lake in LBJ Grasslands and was havin no luck. Saw a pair of eyes resting above a thick vegemat and casted towards it. Worked worm bout an inch and the eyes darted forward toward it. Identified as a big male bullfrog maybe nine inches in length with legs spread. Thought i'd have a lil fun and continued workin worm towards me and the frog kept darted too. Got a wild hair up my butt and twitched the worm rapidly...frog lept out of mat and slammed my worm and went to the depths. By instincy I set the hook and the fight was on. Frog kicked hard o course and gave me a five minute long battle. Harder than any bass including my PB 8 pounder and even a bowfin i caught last summer. Finally got it to shore and couldnt grab it cuz it was kickin...frogs have sharp claws BTW! Hook was deep in its lip and it was a pain to unhook. I've caught many snappers and it was harder than any of them. Miraculously the frog was ok and jumped back into the water. My hook was bent, the barb had been ripped off, and the worm was cut into bout five pieces. If you ever have the chance to hook a bullfrog...TAKE IT!!! Best catch i've ever had!