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.

Nebe, funniest story so far. LOL!!!

I was on an offshore island fishing with a bunch of club members. One woman had recently bought a new fly rod, and another member was giving her some casting tips. I asked if they minded if I threw a cast or two, they replied affirmatively.
The woman then said, "look at the rabbit". Me, being a hopeless wise-ass, said " I can catch that thing". I threw a cast that landed the leader over the rabbit's back, and he gave a little hop. I then threw a roll cast, just intending to scare him off a few feet. The rabbit took off, so did the line. He ran under some bushes, then under a stack of lobster traps. "Now you have to get my fly back", said Deb. I walked over, pulled on the line, and met with some resistance. I thought it was caught up in the weeds.
I pulled firmly, and hauled out the rabbit. The line had tangled around one of his legs, and the hook tangled in the leader. I picked it up, untangled him, and said "here's your rabitt". I released it unharmed.
That rabbit is now my personal largest in my short "mammals" category, which includes a bat I caught some years ago on the Branford River.

I slipped and fell on the rocks twice this season, :bl:

Baldwin, that is some funny %$%$%$%$.

Tynan, you want to read another funny one? Go to the "articles" link on www.connecticutsurfcasters.com and read "Bycatch". It's the story of the bat I caught years ago.

Even better.

Fowl and feesh with one cast..............
 

This was during the all day Boo fish blitz from Oct's full at WHLH.

I got there about 30 mins into first light, and went straight to the first blitz I could see, which was in the bowl on the west side of the light. Don will kill me for this, or I should kill me, for using AH Sr Spooks in the middle of the toothy ones, but I was already loaded with a cremesicle spook and decided to launch one into the fray.................

Much success was to be had by any and all who made decent offerings to the ravenous yellow-eyed demons. After working my way to the rip between the couch and the point, with many more blues ~all boos, all the time~ C&R, I spent some time tossing jigs and storm shads in and around the whole eastern side of the light to no avail, and was done with tha blues................

I'm about to leave and I meet this chap from the Bronkx who's had enuff as well, when this huge blitz goes off in the boulder beach before the wall ~that looks kinda stripey. We both hop the fence and engage, tons of fun and no striped ones. I move a little closer to the center of the cove and make a distance cast to the farthest edge I can reach towards the open current when this young gull gets entangled in my braid as I am taking up the slack, and wham a 27" bluefish nails that cremesicle spook. So now I'm fighting both, and doan want to hurt either. The blue is somewhat cooperative and gives up the fight with some ease, once I stop him rather abruptly. Now, I have to save the gull.

The 4'-6' waves keep rolling in and the boid keeps taking on water, but has resigned himself to being a victim of his misfortunate set of circumstances. Now, the bird is close and the blue is settled. I go to release the gull, and he commences to attack my korkers. So, I tell him, "If ya wanna get outta this mess, old bean, ya gotts ta work wit me! Stay cool and you'll fly away." He gets it, I grab the very end of one wing and unwrap the knot, I grab the very tip of the other wing and unwrap it, and he takes off. I then proceed to land the boo, give it a quick measure and release neither species the worse for the wear.

I laughed about that one for awhile, still do...................:bl: :bl: :bl:!

Around and Around
 

While fishing the Race one morning many, many years ago, I had just smoked breakfast and walked down to the beach and got in the picket line. I was using a popper with a teaser and small (5-7#) blues were being caught. I hooked up but the fight was weird even for my altered condition. The line would go slack and I would gain then the fish would pull like hell take line left then right. After a few minutes of this I saw I had a double of bluefish. I was in the water about boot-top deep when they both raced towards me and wrapped around my akles. I tried to back up and fell back over on my A**! Now Iam sitting in the water laughing hysterically while these fish are flopping around. I am not making any attempt to grab them cause I am laughing so hard. They finally break off and are left on the beach by a receding wave. I was able to untangle my feet grab my fish and go back to the Jeep still laughing.

He didnt mention in his story that he was driving with his knee :angel::rotflmao:

Vic:
You're killing me!:jump:

Happy Holidays!!!!