Funny surf stories

[numbskull]

"He went like one that hath been stunned, and is of sense forlorn,
a sadder but a wiser man he rose the following morn."
S Coleridge 1797 Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner

About 20 years ago, after reading too many "Fisherman" articles I decided to try and beach fish Cuttyhunk during a massive fall NE'er. Left Quissett just before dark in a 29' Dyer. Ran down the sound and came through Quicks with the tide against the wind (about 40knots...eventually got up to 60 that night). Hit the steepest shortest seas I've ever experienced and had to run almost 1/2 a mile before I could make the turn for Cutty. Got into the harbor, pitch black with 2-3 foot waves at the dock. Made fast with 4 lines all on the upwind side. Got off, with difficulty, and tried to fish the barges. No korkers, couldn't stand up on those wet bowling balls. Went back to a tossing boat with a plan to get up at 11pm and head to the south end of the island to fish eels at highwater.

Woke up with a start at MN, the dock was under water. Frantic about missing the tide, I set out for the south end. Couldn't find the footpath to the road, but I remembered that as kids we used to climb the tower hill and access the road from up there. That was only 20 years earlier and so what if it was raining horizontally and pitch black, no doubt that route would save time. Not. Got lost in the brush south of the hill. Lost my main flashlight, tried to save my reserve. Stumbling in the dark, I nearly tripped on a sleeping buck that erupted at my feet. Wondered about swarm after swarm of big black "butterflies" I kept walking through. Nearly shat when I realized they weren't butterflies.

Finally made the road, no clue how far down. Decided I had to fish, so I went down the rain soaked cliff.........really fast. Didn't break anything. Fished a while and realized I wanted to be further down. Tried to walk down the beach, but with no usable light and no visibility it was impossible. Back up the wet cliff, in waders, with a rod, bag, and eel bucket, hanging from small bushes the whole way.

Made it to the south end. The tide had blown out of there. Cast an eel.....bottom. Broke off, re rigged, cast again......bottom. Switched to a skin needle, caught a 5 lb fish, then bottom again. Tried to wade out, fell in...... hard......twice. At this point sanity returned, considered the consequence of breaking a leg in late October during a NE storm on the deserted end of Cutty. Gave up, trudged back to the boat. All for a single 5 lb fish.....and a lesson well learned.

[redhead7]

keep them coming............. please

[baldwin]

Lemme see, Pat. Bat and bunny on the fly rod, coyote balloons, you doing the old bump-and-grind on a boulder in huge surf at Cutty, dancing in full surf gear in a parking lot while young girls drive by with music blaring,...nah, no funny stories coming from me. I'm way too serious.

[Vogt]

Originally Posted by baldwin

Lemme see, Pat. Bat and bunny on the fly rod, coyote balloons, you doing the old bump-and-grind on a boulder in huge surf at Cutty, dancing in full surf gear in a parking lot while young girls drive by with music blaring,...nah, no funny stories coming from me. I'm way too serious.

[Moron_Saxatilis]

I have a story just like the lucky the eel one. I nice family decided to release a 5lb+ lobster while I was fishing in Warwick. I ended up being the seagull though...

[Bronko]

A couple of years ago about 3am, I arrived at a cape beach at my favorite tide. It was one of those pitch black, super foggy cape nights, you know the ones when you need the windshield wiper and defrost at the same time? It was just a heavy air with no wind, a little creepy. When I got there I was the only car in the lot. Put on my gear and trudged the 1/4 to a nice juicy bar. I tossed on a big ole' cape cod rattlesnake and began to wade out. I immediately could hear fish breaking and popping not far away in the dense fog, first cast and just as I reel in the slack I am onto a good fish.

After about a half hour and a few nice bass, I hear an explosion in the water about 20 feet away. It is violent and lasts longer than a "breaking fish sound." I am used to fishing the outer cape alone and I do not spook easy. This was different, this was violent. I began to back up all my senses on edge, now its dead quiet even the fish have stopped breaking, I keep backing towards the beach but facing the surf. I finally turn towards the shore, I am about 30ft from the beach. Then the water between me and the beach erupts and I just see a 200-300lb mass explode towards me. I screamed like a 5 year old girl, I am talking a real b*tch scream. I stumbled backwards and dunked myself..... A freakin' seal had some fish trapped against the beach behind me. I actually spooked him and he took off past me into the deeper water. I had to sit down and regroup. I thought I had a slight heart attack. Then I heard the fish breaking again in the fog and realized I had a 1/2 dozen eels left. So I went right back at it.....just not out as far this time. The fish kept eating.

[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.

[gldnbear93]

No way to top Piemma.

Two years ago coming off the rocks at BRR. Korkers scraping and making a heck of a noise. Headlamp on. I get to the tall grasses and start onto the little trail back to the car when a teenage boy sticks his head up over the grasses and bolts (toward the big rock and away from me). What the he** is that all about? Smokin' dope?
I take a couple more steps, and girl calls out from the trail-Ican just make her out at the edge of my my lamplight. She is frantically pulling on her clothes and saying "sorry, please wait sorry. I turn my head so she is out of the light. She gets up and chases after her boyfriend.

I'd be pissed at him if I were her, leaving her alone, naked in front of a stranger.

Last year coming off the short wall in the dark just as I am hitting the beach, three college girls rush out of the parking lot stripping off their closthes as they run accross the sand (lit enough to see) and jumping into the water.

[Gunpowder]

Originally Posted by gldnbear93

No way to top Piemma.

unlessssss you got to join in on the fun

[MikeToole]

I'm out about 400 yards on the far end of a sandbar standing in water up to my waist. It's a flat calm morning and it was just starting to show the first signs of day light. When suddenly this head popped out of the water flying straight at me and bumped into me almost knocking me over. I'm back peddling away as fast as I can with the Jaws theme song in my head. It was a dam seal also racing.

[piemma]

This is a GREAT thread!!! Funny stuff!!!