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I was fishing in a pond one afternoon when I saw a Cotton Mouth snake swim by. I noticed that he had a frog in his mouth and I figured that if I had that frog I could catch a fish with it. When the snake swam close enough, I grabbed it and pulled the frog out of his mouth. I didn't know what to do with the snake and he looked kinda mad, so I reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels that had been keeping me company and poured a little whiskey in the snake's mouth thinking that it might calm the critter down a bit. When he stopped squrmin' so much I threw him back in the pond. Well about the time I caught the second fish with that single frog, I felt a bump on my right leg. I looked to see what it was and damn if that ol' snake hadn't brought me another frog.
I was fishing in the Sacramento River Delta one day with some friends at a place called the Mothball Fleet. Mothball Fleet is a shallow bay area where the United States government anchors old ships awaiting their death and dismemberment. The place is well known as a hangout for striped bass and sturgeon. The day had grown long and no one and seen any rod action for about an hour. We whiled away the time watching setting sun and a small boat with a couple of divers that were anchored about hundred and 50 fifty feet away.
Just about the time I was ready to call a day, my rod started into a dance and just about leapt out of the boat. I was lucky enough to get one hand on it, as it was in mid-air. The fish I had on the end of the line was definitely larger than anything any of us had caught during the day and could have possibly been one of the biggest fish I ever caught. In any case I knew it was going to be the prize to cap off a great day of fishing. I struggled with this fish for about 20 minutes and was barely able to make any headway with it. My biggest concern was that the fish would head into the anchor chains of the old ships and become hopelessly snagged.
Of course, as luck would have it within a few minutes there was no tension on the line and I could do nothing but hope that the fish would calm down and free itself from its entanglement. After waiting about 10 minutes for miracles to happen, I lost patience the came up with a great idea. I yelled out to one of the divers from the boat anchored near us and asked him if he would follow my line down to whatever had snagged it and my prize fish on the bottom. He kindly obliged and we watched him disappear from the surface of the muddy water. He resurfaced within minutes telling us he had located my fish and that it was a large sturgeon taking refuge in an old car buried in the mud bottom of the river. He asked if we had a rope on board saying he thought he might be able to lasso the tail of the fish and be able to pull him out of the sunken vehicle. I hurriedly fashioned a noose at the end of the anchor rope lying at my feet and threw it to him. He grabbed the rope and disappeared from sight for what seemed to be 15 minutes. As my anticipation of my great catch grew all I could do was watch the bubble trail that marked the divers location. I watched the bubbles grow closer to our boat but was confused as to why there was no tension on the rope that would indicate the diver was successful. The diver surfaced shaking his head in that telltale negative fashion. I asked I asked him if his idea had worked. He replied with a puzzled look on his face, " I'm sure it would, but every time I get the lasso up to the open window of the car the fish rolls the damn thing up!"
My friend and I were out on a small lake here in Raleigh called Lake Johnson. We had been out a few times over the last week or so and had caught nothing. We were starting to get a little frustrated with not catching anything because we had a tournament coming up in two weeks. My buddy cast out into a little cove that looked like a pretty good spot for a fish to be hiding. He casted a little to high and got stuck in a tree that was about 5 feet off the water. He was jerking and pulling and he finally said lets go over and get this thing out of the tree. I said ok let me cast over there to see if there is any fish under that tree before we do so. I casted over right where he would have landed if the tree would not have been there and pulled in about a 4 1/2 pound bass. I could tell he was a little mad after I got the bass up to the boat and released it. He had been out to the lake quite a few more time than I had and had still not caught a single fish. I joked with him as we rounded a point and said if I catch another fish I will let him reel it in. He told me if I did that he would throw me into the water. We both laughed and kept fishing. About five minutes later I snagged another fish it wasnt that big probably around 2 pounds and I attempted to hand the reel over to my friend. He refused so I continued to reel the fish in. No more than 10 seconds later I felt myself being pushed and falling off the boat. My friend was looking at me laughing hysterically as I bobbed up and down in the water with the reel in my hand and the fish still on. From now on if someone tells me they are going to throw me in if I do something I am going to listen.
