I want to head some of the strangest encounters or stories that you have experienced or that has been passed down throughout your family.

I have one from Grandfather.

When my grandfather was in college he was back home, wade fishing, at Port Isabel beside a family friend's private pier. He had a stringer of trout on his waist and out of no where something hit his stringer, took/let every trout off the stringer, and swam away leaving a huge cloud of mud. My grandfather and his buddies decided to hook a whole trout to one of the big hooks that use to be used to catch grouper, and connect the hook to a rope that was connected to a tire, and put the tire around one of the columns of the small private pier...the buddies left and came back a little later. When they went out back to the private pier...the tire was gone, along with the end of the pier. My grandfather thinks it was a big shark, my dad thinks it was a huge gar...I just love hearing that story over and over again.

Let me hear yours!

I got one.

We were banking it / camping at Eisenhower on Texoma one summer when this happened. It was late and we were all sitting around the campfire telling stories and eyeing the poles. In a flash an armadillo hopped from out of the shadows, then over the fire and then with a final bounce off the little cliff ledge into the water. It happened so fast that we all sat there stunned for a moment. I almost wet myself laughing once I realized what had happened. We tried spotlighting the water but we couldn't see where he ended up.

Ok...
Before moving down to Texas in Sept. I was in Chicago area salmon fishing from the piers, i threw out a large silver/blue spoon on 30lb green braid, lure hits the water and snap...gone.

Two days later fishing a pier about 300 yards away and the guy next to me hooks into a monster salmon, it gets about 20 yards from shore and we notice he hasnt hooked it, he has snagged a broken line that is still hooked to the fish.

Needless to say, he caught my fish and wouldnt even give me back my spoon. It was a 19lb king.

nice thread and stories guys!
I can't think of any that pop out at me, but if I find one, I'll put it up...

I saw bigfoot on the bank of texoma on the Oklahoma side. I pulled up to the bank and let him in the boat. The Jerk out fished me. I then took him home. He stold my boat in the middle of the night and also ran off with my wife. DANG I miss that boat!!

That is what you get for messin with Sasquatch

true story i was fishing for catfish one night fer bait i was using dead bluegill the bait was about 4 to 5five inches in lenght i was cut in em in half. i had on a heasd about 2.5 inches wide atthe end of the night i was reallin in in and discovered i had hooked a small turtle and i mean a very small turtle it ate the whole fish head and just barely got the whole hook in its mouth it didnt actually get hooked it got the hook wedged invthe upper part of its beak

I was live bait fishing with goldfish when a 12 inch, one pound, peacock bass hit my goldfish. The peacock is on the hook and the goldfish slid up the line. As I got the fish near the boat a 3 3/4 pound largemouth attacked the little peacock bass. My friend yelled: "slack the line".... I opened the bale of the spinning rod and the peacock bass was immediately swallowed by the largemouth. Next thing I know... The largemouth bass is on the hook, the peacock bass has slid up the line and above it is the little goldfish. After about 5 minutes I slipped the dip net under all 3 fish. A little goldfish, a one pound peacock bass and a 3 3/4 pound largemouth bass. All three on a tiny #10 AH hook and 4# test spinning tackle.

I was fishing in the morning around 9:00 am,at dead tree point at calli,a few years back.Bamm!! this guys rod goes down,then bamm!!his other goes too.He could not reel them both in at the same time.Although he was trying.Turns out he caught a big red that took both hooks on at the same time.Awsome sight.

I witnessed something 15 years ago or so that I still find hard to believe today. I could not blame you if you did not believe me, I would not either if I had not seen it with my own eyes.I was wade fishing for flounder at Sea Wolf Park in Galveston. I was fishing the pocket nest to the submarine. There was a group of us in a semi circle in about waist deep water. Every one was catching flounder. But almost every one seemed to be getting hung up and broken off on something in the general area we were all casting. Here comes the bizarre part. Every one is about 5 foot apart and forming this big semi circle of fishermen. A new guy comes wading out and stops just to my left. He has a beard about down to his waist and is wearing a sombrero that looks to be about 3 foot in diameter. At first I thought he might be one of the guys from ZZ Top. But I really doubt they wade fish around Galveston. ( could be wrong) Sombrero guy starts catching flounder too. Then sombrero guy gets hung up in the same spot I have been getting hung up. Only he doesn't just pull and break his line like every one else has been doing. He asks the guy to his left if he will hold his rod for him. The guy looks real puzzled, but does so. Sombrero guy grabs the line coming off the tip of his rod and proceeds to follow it out to where it is stuck. ( the only problem with that is, is the reason every one is standing where they are standing is because it gets deep very quick right there). I watch him as the water comes up to his chest, then his shoulders, then the bottom of his chin, then there's nothing but a sombrero floating on the surface. Seconds later the guy comes thrashing to the surface, puts his hat back on his head and starts walking back toward me. As he gets close I see he is holding this big Danforth anchor that he apparently pulled off the bottom. There are 3 keeper flounder hanging fom the anchor with jigs in their mouths. The anchor looked like a Christmas tree, it had so many jigs hanging from it. I saw several that were mine. I thougt about asking him for them, but I figured if he he was brave enough or crazy enough to do what he did, that I had no right to even speak to him. He took his rod from the guy who was holding it, thanked him and waded to shore in front of the submarine, strung the flounder on his stringer, pocketed all the jigs and walked off with the anchor. Every one around me had their jaws dropped from disbelief. Before anyone accuses me, No I am not drunk or stoned on acid. This is the honest to God actual truth. Very very bizarre and hard to believe, but the truth. Baldy Locks.

lol....about seawolf park....i was there one time with a few of my buds, and we were there at night....(don't tell anyone) we were fishing on the east side by all the park benches....and when we walked up to one...we saw some creature......jump into the water...scared the sh....out of us...

Great anchor story!

Fishing for channels one night with the whole crew,we'd caught several. Using liver on light tackle for a fun fight. It's about 2 a.m. I got a hit but missed, rebait put back same spot. This time rod goes all the way down, after about a min. I figure it's a carp running and jumping but can't see it. With12 lb line it's all I can do to keep up. Finally after over 5 mins. a buddy walks out knee deep with the net. Nets it a starts laughing saying you ain't gonna believe it. Put her on official scale cause she was so close to this small lakes record. 11.6 lb large mouth bass less than a pound under the record, on liver at 2 a.m. My personal best LM.

Walked up on a group of "furries" when I was wadefishing the shores of Seabrook. Just turned and kept on walking. Some people are f-ing weird.

i took my frend fishing for the first time and he was complining that he had no fishing road and had to go with me to use one of mine and befor leaveing i cot a 5 lb chanal cat and there was 2 hooks in its mouth so i pulled the other like and pulled in a perfictly good spin cast real my frend still uses that rod

Got a few, but this comes to mind first. Step dad was fishing Toledo with Texas rigged worm. Gets the tat-tat-tat and sets the hook. When he gets it to the boat, some how the line had formed a loop under water about 12" from the hook (we assume)and he set the hook it closed the loop around a 2lb catfish. I still don't fully understand how the catfish couldn't get off, but it couldn't or didn't. His line had circled the catfish mid-body and the pressure between him and the bass kept it too tight for the catfish to escape so he caught a double.

My older brother was fishin' at this little duck pond close to round rock, he gets a bite so he sets the hook and its dead weight on the end of the line but is still able to reel in, as he pulls it up on the bank, he sees its a burlap feed sack(or sumthin' similar) scarred the hell out of him, he told me that his first thought was it was full of water moccasins so he jumped back...(area is full of snakes, using a pellet gun i shot 8, went back later that night and saw 5 more)...but as he gets a closer look he sees inside is like 10 to 15 small catfish.

I was trolling from my pontoon boat for crappie. I was using a really cheap rod and reel that I got, to leave on the boat and wouldn't lose any sleep over if it got stolen. I got hung up and the darn reel feel apart. I stopped, threw out the anchor because of the wind. I proceeded to leave the line in the water where it got hung and work on the reel. After about 20 mins I got the reel put back together and working OK. I decided to reel in as much as I could and just break the line. I figured it was hung on a rock as there were a lot of boulders on the bank. I pulled on the line and it was solidly hung. I pulled hard to break it and it felt like I had a trot line because when I pulled it would pull back and then just settle and stop. This went on for about 5 or 6 mins. Finally I gave it a big jerk and all hell broke loose. I wasn't hung after all. After a long battle I landed a 25lb buffalo. Craziest thing I ever had happen to me. Now when I get hung up, fishing for anything, I wait just a few extra seconds before I do anything drastic. You never know.

fishin for spanish mackerels on a fishing pier in florida and trying to reel your mack in faster than the dolphins could steal em

When I married wife #1, my FIL told me if we ever wanted to fish together, I would have to learn how to fish for bass. He loans me one of his baitcasters and we head off to some private ponds he had access to. I've never used a baitcaster before, so you know what happens, backlash on the first cast. I'm standing there, knee deep in water, trying to untangle the line. A 6 lb bass hits the worm on the other end and I have to manually pull it in. It is the largest fish of the day and the last time he took me bass fishing.

I had a customer get a "Grand Slam" a few years back. With a slab he caught a rock, a freshwater clam, a beer can and topped it off with an ancient Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. All within a four hour trip!

This isn't that strange but I was 10 or 12 when it happened around '90 0r '92 and I will never forget it.
I was fishing flooded timber on Sam Rayburn with my dad and his buddy, Think the lake was more than six feet above pool. As we made our way through the pine trees I began hearing a sound like a baby rattle. began looking around and sure enough bout a 4 foot rattler coiled up on a stump. My dads buddy starts jacking with this snake and it falls off the stump and heads right for the boat. next thing ya know its back by the motor trying to get in the boat. after a few minutes it swam off, but not before getting my heart pounding. My dad was laughing his -ss off.

He loves to tell that story.

slow day fishing off the pier in Corpus. finally got a nibble, set the hook and reeled in. wasn't much of a fight but as it got closer, i saw it was a strange green color. what kind of fish is green? turned out to be a pocket digital camera. my buddy joked, why don't you turn it on? I did, and to my surprise it works! later discovered that it is a waterproof underwater camera. best catch of my life.

While working a plastic worm around some docks the line got heavy and I set the hook. It felt heavy but dead as I reeled it in. Was a huge pair of tighty whiteys.

Good luck and Tight lines.

Was wading a point with a buddy of mine, throwing a topwater. I had another pole stuck in my waistband with a rubber worm on it. We had a bet who would catch the most fish. We had both caught 2 and were in neck deep. Darkness had arrived and as we turned to wade out, I felt something thumping me in the back, pulled the rod out of my belt and reeled in a two pounder. I won the bet. Another time I was fishing a rock pile in 30 feet of water at Castaic in California with a jig. In felt a tiny peck and set the hook. I reeled in a large bluegill who had been hooked with a small hook that was snelled to a 6 inch leader with a loop on the end. The hook on the jig had gone through the loop.