I got attacked by a beaver one Spring fishing the CT River.

Reminds me of the time during a full moon at beavertail a raccoon came up behind me touching my leg. I thought it was a huge rat. I suddenly jumped onto a rock still not knowing what it was at the time. I was telling my friends that I was fishing with that there is a huge rat around here the size of a small dog. They laughed and did not believe me. I thought that I was also seeing things and went on fishing. Half hour later there is a racoon running off with our bag of goodies (potatoe chips, hostess pies, etc). Since it was a full moon we could see the rascal high upon the cliffs, probably laughing at us.

Well, this one time, on the ferry over to Cutty, I had a very crappy experience.:bshake:

Your Chitting Me, Really?

I believe him, he looked pretty flush when he came out of the bathroom...

The freaky one:

I’ driving the beach one afternoon and I see two of my buddies parked at the end of the beach where the signs are up marking the end of the drivable area. I pull up to my friends and I sense uneasiness. I say ‘what’s up guys?’ and they say ‘look on the other side of the truck’. Sitting on the sand with his back up against one of the posts is this guy (in his late 20’s?) and he has what is left of a dead seagull on his head. They tell me he came walking out of the dunes minutes before I showed up, picked up the bird on the way, sat down and put it on his head. He’s rocking back and forth a little, muttering, then he gets up, walks to the water, starts doing pushups followed by sit-ups…. we leave. The next morning I’m driving maybe 4-5 miles down the highway and see someone walking down the side of the road with a huge backpack made of a blue tarp. As I drive past I see it’s him - and he’s taken the bird feathers and made an Indian style headdress out of it (pretty good one, too.)

The crazy one:

We’re on the beach, middle of July middle of day. Trucks up and down the beach, bumper to bumper (the good old days before plover infestation!). About 100 yards to our left we see rising into the air 7-8 weather balloons and below it is this woman in a lawn chair eyes and mouth wide open. She’s 20 yards up, 30 yards up - we can’t believe she hasn’t jumped. 40 yards, 50, 60 up up and away. Then a couple of hundred feet in the air, a couple of hundred yards out to sea. I call the Ranger Station and get a ranger (Bob). He shows up less than 5 minutes later. By now she’s a speck in the sky, starting to get close to the flight path headed into Logan, we’ve got the binoculars out and on her. But in the time it takes Bob to show, other people are talking to us about her. Something’s not right – we can’t figure out why she didn’t jump? We point out the general vicinity of the launch point, and Bob goes down to a bunch of trucks with bumper stickers IDing them as Shriners. No one will fess up. Finally, Bob lays down the law: He’s got to call the Coast Guard to get a chopper up - peoples lives are at stake – last chance. They fess up: It was a blow up doll.

I was fishing in Chatham during Tri-State - around 2000/2001 - when we walked the hard packed sands and easy strolls of South Beach fishing the inside towards Morris. Still a short bit before sunrise and in deep fog, our group was into a fairly steady pick of school bass and decent sized blue fish so we are all wading fairly deep to get decent casts out to the fish.

I started to hear an outboard motor out in the fog. For 20 minutes it was slowly getting louder and louder until sounding as if it was going to appear out of the fog at any moment in front of me. Sounded like one of those one or two cylinder popping outboards that make a tinny ringing noise. Caught & released a fish. Noise getting louder.

I asked out to the people around me if they could see the boat. "What boat?" or "Ain't no boat" and the like. Sure enough though, I could hear it and I was even thinking about backing up. Close enough I can almost feel the vibrating of the engine. I asked again. "No Boat! Shut up & fish" was probably the reply. I'm tired but not that *&#%(@ tired.

I pull my bag around to swap out a plug and the noise got really loud, like an outboard with loose nuts and bolts. My plug bag was vibrating? What The Bleep? Open the bag and the looser hooks on my plugs are all vibrating as my cell phone is partially soaked inside a ziplock. Enough water got in to send it into continuous vibrate mode (and cook the phone too) and make all the hooks resonate. No wonder nobody hear the noise, it was all coming from my bag.

unlessssss you got to join in on the fun :lm::lm:

Don't think I didn't consider joining in. The problem, aside from being VERY married, is you don't know what they would do. Yell rape. Go to the cops and say you attacked them and made them do it. You just don't know. As you get older, you realize that one move could ruin your entire life.

I had a nice show that I watched.:love:

this is very tru... man i just still cant bring myself to think wat a 20 year old like myself would do in that situation. either like u said there trying to get a charge on u for making them do something and are gonna sue the hell outa ya or that is just the most blatant "i want u now" that i have ever seen. college is easy but not that easy lol

Yeah, but remember at the time I was in my mid-50s. Probably thought I looked a lot like their grandfather. nice warm truck. Sleepingbag all opened up. They just seized the opportunity.

This past may I was surf casting in the upper bay. There was an older guy fishing about 40 yards away from me and we both were catching schoolies. I had just bought the plug I was using (Gibbs parrot pencil) and was loving it's action. Needless to say after about ten casts my line snapped when I was casting and I lost it. I was pissed but kept fishing, about ten minutes later, I saw a little yo-zuri plastic swimmer in the water and grabbed it.

The action slowed, and the older guy was leaving so I went and talked to him. He was going to another spot just down the road. We spoke for a few minutes and I told him how I lost my plug. He then told me he had lost his favorite lure, described the one I found, so I pulled the one I found out and asked if it was his. It was so I gave it to him and he thanked me and left. I fished about an hour more, then was walking back to my car. He pulled up as I was leaving, and he had found my plug, and gave it to me. We both laughed and agreed that sometimes karma does work!!

Paul wins

Merry Christmas Vic!!!

Nice story

this is the funniest story i have ever heard..taken from another site-

Originally posted by TODD M.:
Back in July this year. Too much to drink the night before, and bad food. I'm driving from Weekapaug headed to Quonny. I get to the light and the gut starts talking to me REAL LOUD. Now I'm debating...go straight and hit the Mobil or take the right and hit the potta-potties ( if any of you listen to Howie Carr you know the reference )I go right. About 10 seconds down the road my A-hole is screaming at me, should of gone straight. There are about 5 vehicles behind me. I'm sweatin it as my butt hole is clenched as tight as possible but the fist in my stomach is doin' its damndest to push out the foul mixture. I look in the back of the van. I don't have a googan bucket ( bad, very bad ) no where to pull over and dump. I look back again and see my eel cooler ( soft six pack cooler ) of course it has a 1/2 dz. eels in it w/ ice. next to the cot. Decision is now be'in made for me. Thank God I didn't have my neo's on. I practically power slide over to the side of the road and bail into the back. Drop trough as I am unzipping the cooler. Of course I forgot to slam it into park so the van starts mvoing the same time as my bowels. I just reached over and bang it into neutral for the time being " Ka Thunk " ( no, not my A hole the tranny ). I grab hold of the cooler and don't even get to a squat and projectile crapping has commenced. Well let's just say the eels became pretty active suddenly and that cooler was filling up too quick. I look out the back of the van windows and who's sitting there? Yep, Charlestowns finest. He walks up to the drivers window and the smell must have been the trigger. I'm looking through the side window at him and he probably an only see my siloutte ( tinted ). He asks " is everything OKAY in there? I'm sh!ttin my pants both ways! I reply I needed a sudden restroom break and that currently the back of my van is Rhode Islands newest Porta Potty. He kinda chuckels and walks over to the side where the sliding door is. I crack the sliding door and he pulls it back about a foot and looks in. Now he can see the cooler.

Now the funny part... The eels are squirming around in the plastic bag under this pile of ... and his eyes are like... OH MY GOD. He turns around gagging. Now I'm laughing and crapping at the same time. He walked back to his patrol car and pulled away. I kid you not. He must have thought I just gave birth to the spawn of Satan. I grabbed a roll of TP I always have in the van and proceed to finish up. That was one of the best Sh!ts I have ever had regarding relief. I laughed quite a bit on my way to Quonny thinking... what would the ticket have been for?

LMAO That is by far THE BEST funny surf story I have ever heard!!!!

that is some of the funniest %$%$%$%$ i've ever heard ahahahahah!!

i am freakin dying right now that is the funniest story ive heard in god knows how long :rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

That was funney!

that is way too funny . I have tears running down my cheeks .

eben, you get my vote.:laugha::bshake::laugha:

Back in april/may I took my kids to Carolina trout pond in RI. A guy next to me caught a trout... his hook went into the eye of a ~size 8 bait hook that had broken off.

I think the funniest thing i have ever had happen to myself was the night an owl mistook myself for a tree. I was fishing in an estuary in the spring with big dannies.. it was around midnight and I was retrieving the lure nice and slow and I was in water up to my waist and was completely motionless except for my wrist turning the reel.... I saw a dot in the sky get bigger and bigger and i thought i was seeing things. I closed my eyes for a second and looked up again and there was a huge barn owl coming in for a landing on my fishing rod. Its talons were out its wings were outstretched as far as they could go as it was gliding in to land on it.. I realized that if it tried to land on my pole it would probably tumble down on top of me and freak out so i wiggled the rod in a frantic motion and yelled at it to scram and it veered off just missing me and just about did a splashdown before gliding up into a tree on the bank. the owl then preceded to screech at me for 10 minutes.. I really think that I i didnt see it, it would have crashed into me and tore me to pieces.. but who knows.

Holy Shiite Muslim, literally

Holy Shiite!!!

Ya talk about yer gut busting, tear jerking, laughter!!
That was absoeffinlutely HILARIOUS :rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao::rotflmao:

The following is a funny story previously posted by Nebe that will crack you up. Eben is one funny dude.

oh man.... I totally forgot that i posted that story. too funny.. and sadly that was the most epic battle i have ever encountered :hihi:

I once hooked a trash bag filled with sand and water at NR and fought that bag for 20 minutes. I thought it was my first 60.

Nebe , Thanks for posting that story. Havn't laffed that hard in a long time.

i didnt really have too many amazingly funny stories this year..

one fun one was.. as i was making a trek back to shore (pre wader days) i had my bail open.. and fish had taken the bait not even a minute after hitting the water. it took me about 30 seconds to put together what was happening.. and i nearly lost a finger to power pro in the process. i remember fumbling with the rod over my shoulder and the reel which was spewing out line at a ridiculous rate while in water up to my chest..


i think the funniest though had to be what would have been my first keeper spitting in 7inches of water, and even less than that in distance from my feet. i dunno what happened in my head but something in me said "tackle her!" needless to say i missed horribly and ended up soaking wet. i got just enough of the tail to realize what could have been.. i'm sure all the sunbathers got a good chuckle at that one.. i know my buddy did. and before ya ask.. he was way out n the surf and couldnt help land her. but he could laugh at my attempt.

ahhh... to be a n00b at the hardcore fishing..

we do have alot of fun inside joke type nights though.