Everytime I tell my story on here people tell me that I didn't really see what I saw. Kind of like the last election.

So I will just keep it to my self

We were night fishing Fairfield and I have night blindness and occasionally cast on the bank without knowing. One of those times i felt a hit on big fliptail worm and set the hook. It was a racoon, I fought it a while until my buddy shined spotlight on it, I cut the line after that.

Was on Hubbard at the dam on a day when there was a 20 to 30mph S wind. I started hearing faint sound of someone yelling "help". As far as I knew there was no one else on the lake so I thought it was kids on the bank, but I kept hearing it. I start up engine and cruised across the lake and spotted a guy treading water with a torn up old ski belt on, he was so tired he couldn't speak. He had been on a jet ski and fell off and the wind blew it away before he could catch it. He laid on back deck for 20 minutes before he could function again. I took him to his jet ski, and he got on and took off.

Well I was fishing fork back around ‘97 with my 12 year old nephew and we were graphing the point just north of oak ridge. I told my nephew I don’t remember there being a stump right there. As we got closer I told him that stump has eyes. I remembered seeing a fire dept boat about a mile away and didn’t think anything of it til I found the body. So we went and found the rescue boat and led them to the spot. They said they found his boat the day before and he was alone. Very sad day I will never forget.

As a teen in the 90’s I was canoeing up a small creek off the main lake. Saw a grey ball spinning in the water. As I got closer, I realized they were snakes. They started separating and a few swam towards me. I turned around and paddled my butt off as I watched one of them follow me for a few dozen yards. When I got back home I told my parents, and they had no idea what it was. Took me a few days to find someone who could finally tell me it was a cottonmouth mating ball.

About a year later, fishing the same creek, I decided to land the canoe so I could jump off and take a leak. About a foot off the bank I hit something hard that suddenly exploded and thrashed around. Whatever it was, it was about half the length of the canoe. The thrashing damn near tipped me over. I jumped onto shore and ran the whole way home. Came back with a 20ga and it was long gone. Luckily the canoe was right where I left it. I don’t think I ever went back to that creek again.

We lived on the lake, and the weather could get rough. One winter we were hanging out inside the cabin when I casually looked out towards the water. The wind was howling and there’s were 6 foot waves. I saw a small speck of white that caught my eye. Pulled out the binoculars and saw it was a small capsized sailboat. We fired up the jetski and I went to investigate. About 200 yards from the boat I found a guy floating in his life jacket. Picked him up and headed back to the dock. He said his wife was still out there, so I went back to look for her. I searched around where I found him, but didn’t see anything so I went towards the capsized boat. There she was, hanging on to the side. Got her to shore and went back to tow the boat in. The mast got stuck in the sand a couple of yards from the pier, so I just tied a long rope to it and wrapped the other end around the leg of the pier.
My parents had been tending to them and getting them dried out and warmed up. They were thankful, but awfully concerned about the boat. We couldn’t understand why they weren’t overly concerned with their own health. They kept asking about how secure the boat was. We started to get the feeling these were some sketchy people. We dropped them off at their cabin and they thanked us again.
Next morning the water was smooth as glass and the boat was gone. The rope was neatly coiled on the deck of the pier. We always wondered what the heck was inside that boat that was so important.

This past December I was on Conroe looking for one of those winter giants out in deep water. My old HDS12 gen 2 popped out this picture here. Thinking about it now, I’m not sure why I didn’t waypoint that spot (I didn’t think much of it). I sent the picture to a few buddies jokingly saying that I “found a body”. They all replied believing that I did and asked if I reported it. Fishing day was over and I was on my way home and I kept thinking about it. I ended up calling the local game warden and sent him the picture. I gave him waypoints very close to the area where this picture was taken. There were no missing people reports or recent drownings in the area so he didn’t think much of it either. He had a crew search the area but nothing was ever found. I still think about what that may be down there.

That gave me the willies too!!