fishermans tales

[stormy]

my man like fishing.
what i want to know, is where did fishermans tales come from ;D

for example i have been fishing with phil, and he didnt catch a thing, well nothing to speak of. but as soon as i left him to it, he caught massive ones.
so big, he said, that it dragged me all the way to dover.

why do they tell us these stories, we never believe them.
every pond and lake and loch has that myth of the giant fish that always gets away (personally to me that is where the myth of the loch ness monster came from)
the one that got away, if like me nearly winning the lottery, only if id picked the right numbers. ;D

our local lake (pond, or puddle to others) has that myth of the giant pike, its supposed to be 8ft long. trouble is the pond is only a few feet deep so it must be a slender monster.

so come on, lets hear your fishermens tales, so we can have a good laugh ;D

[mickster]

You want fishermans tales from none other than the Lord of the Halibut?

OK then. Me and a certain Blu, attached these little feathery things with hooks onto our lines and added a little weight. There's about eight feathers and we casted out our lines and reeled them back in and every feather had a fish on it. OK they were only very small pollack, but they were fish and I never heard Ice's cats complaining either. ;D

Another tale is when I lived in Ireland a long long time ago. I was in a boat mackerel fishing and the bloke next to me caught a pollack. We could see it in the depths as he reeled it in. Suddenly, a dark shape covered it and his rod bent right over. A tope, which is a small shark about five foot long, had taken the pollack. We all reeled in and left him to battle with the huge fish. About twenty minutes or so later, he just about got it to the side of the boat. Then he took one look at it and exclaimed: "Holy Jesus Mary and Joseph! That fecker's not coming in here wid me!"

With that, the tope thrashed and snapped the line and escaped. ;D

Mick.

[stormy]

and folks thats what i mean

[lurcher]

Here's a quickie, then. Years ago I was a member of St Albans Angling Club. Every year we had a match against another club from Staines or Slough or one of those fascinating places on the Thames. Anyway, this particular year we were fishing the Thames somewhere near Chertsey and I drew last out of our club. There were no 'swims' left on the weir stream so a few of us had to content ourselves with the lock cut. Now at that time of year the river was threatening to flood so both lock gates were open to let the water downstream as fast as possible.
So I set up with the heaviest weight in my bag and balanced the rod, knowing full well that only some kind of miracle would catch me a fish that day. But around about 3pm my reel started slipping while I was chatting and sharing the last of my flask of tea with the guy in the next place. I dashed over and found a tiny little dace on my line, poor thing. I took out my ruler and found it was exactly six inches long which was the minimum allowed in those days.
Come 4pm and the whistle went off to stop fishing. Eventually the guys with the weighing and recording book came around. Well, actually they called from down the bank just to check if anyone had anything. I got them along and they agreed it was a Dace and it was right on the minimum limit. So my total catch was one and a half ounces. With that I won the day as no-one else had caught anything.
A few minutes later a lad from the other club landed a 4lb Barbel on the join of the two streams.

But I took the pot! (it was 50 quid)

So there you are. A true story to be going on with. Next time I'll tell about the match against Watford Piscators (careful how you say that).

Brian

[mickster]

I went fishing off Kilmore quay in county Wexford. I caught a large wrasse and on the next cast I caught a small trawler that was just heading out. Couldn't land it though. ;D ;D ;D

Mick.

[stormy]

you know i say fishing is like golf, full of such lies.

yes i nearly got a hole in one
yes i nearly caught a fish
its the same bloody thing isnt it.

[beirn]

my parents are both anglers, my mother started off selling ragworm and bait and fishing tackle with her brothers (she met dad when he took up fishing lol! she says she caught him, and he says he fell hook line and sinker. WE groan and tell them to grow up )
Fishermens tales and Golf tales are sooooooooooooo alike

I was fishing away and would have caught somethign only that other bloke over there on teh other side of the lake sneezed
I was just about to swing when the uproar of a butterfly in the adjoining field put me off my stroke (Pg wodehouse )