Funny surf stories

[The Iceman 6]

I was fishing a back beach on the Cape on July 4th, it was about 4:00in the morning and getting close to sunrise, I walked about 1/2 mile down the beach and the blues showed up, I started catching bluefish after bluefish on poppers and pretty light tackle. The sunrise was just coming up and I was in that false light stage, nobody was around anywhere. I reel in a blue and am about to get my pliers when the blue spits out the popper in the surf line, great don't have to deal with this one. Suddenly out of nowhere I feel a weird breeze and something brushes against my shoulder and arm pretty hard when I go to look at what is happenning, at this point in time I am screaming like a 5 year old school girl and jumping up and down, when I look over - it's a freakin' EAGLE, the thing swoops down and literally takes me out and nails the 6-8 pound bluefish literally 1 foot away from me. I was in sheer panic I tell ya. The Eagle just looked at me like this is my beach, what are you doing here? Picked up the bluefish with ease and flew right to a nearby tree and proceeded to have his free meal. It was pretty cool getting clipped by an Eagle on the 4th of July.

[Bronko]

Originally Posted by The Iceman 6

I was fishing a back beach on the Cape on July 4th, it was about 4:00in the morning and getting close to sunrise, I walked about 1/2 mile down the beach and the blues showed up, I started catching bluefish after bluefish on poppers and pretty light tackle. The sunrise was just coming up and I was in that false light stage, nobody was around anywhere. I reel in a blue and am about to get my pliers when the blue spits out the popper in the surf line, great don't have to deal with this one. Suddenly out of nowhere I feel a weird breeze and something brushes against my shoulder and arm pretty hard when I go to look at what is happenning, at this point in time I am screaming like a 5 year old school girl and jumping up and down, when I look over - it's a freakin' EAGLE, the thing swoops down and literally takes me out and nails the 6-8 pound bluefish literally 1 foot away from me. I was in sheer panic I tell ya. The Eagle just looked at me like this is my beach, what are you doing here? Picked up the bluefish with ease and flew right to a nearby tree and proceeded to have his free meal. It was pretty cool getting clipped by an Eagle on the 4th of July.

I know what beach you were on!

That eagle stole a lot of fish from people.

[Rappin Mikey]

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

[Redsoxticket]

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.

[Rappin Mikey]

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

[The Dad Fisherman]

Originally Posted by Rappin Mikey

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

Your Chitting Me, Really?

[JohnR]

Originally Posted by The Dad Fisherman

Your Chitting Me, Really?

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

[2na]

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.

[JohnR]

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.

[GonnaCatchABig1]

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.

[piemma]

Nebe, funniest story so far. LOL!!!

[baldwin]

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.