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