Your Greatest Moment Fishing?

[Mr. Krinkle]

Originally Posted by flyvice11787

Nice story, Larry. My best fishing moment was about 6 years ago at Montauk. Mid October, at Brown's (just west of Turtle Cove). Full blown fall blitz with stripers on anchovies. I'm out on a rock with a fly rod, hammering fish. Literally fish on every cast. No really big fish, just up to around 15 lbs. or so. The best part was, I was the only one out of 50-60 guys hooking up consistently . I was king for a day . For some reason, the fish only wanted flies that day . It got to the point that I had to break off any fish that ran to either side of me, in order not to cross lines with the guys trying to mug me.

You were king because you were probably the only one using something that resembled an anchovy. Let me guess, you had to avoid crossing lines with the guy in the white boots and jeans using a 7ft spinner casting a monster polaris popper.

I've been there during blitzes and the only thing they would touch was a 1/2 oz bucktail with no pork rind.

[Tagger]

Watching my son Mike land a 35# bass from shore at age 9 .. and years later my other son Dylan at age 12 catching and releasing the biggest bass I've ever seen personaly to date .. Must have been 50 ,, will never know ..

[Mr. Krinkle]

The first day I caught fish on my own lures.

[Mr. Sandman]

My first 20#er from the shore. I sat on the same rock at Orient point for two weeks fishing all day. ( I was 8 years old (weighing a meager 50#myself), summer of 1965) My mother thought I was a bizarre kid who was a fishaholic but my dad fully understood, and said, he'll be fine there, just leave him be and they would come to the beach for a few hours each day and leave left me there but would check on me looking over the bluff every couple hours. At 8 my conventional casting skills were not that refined, I could do it but my distance was not that great (look at those arms!)... but dad could send it out there a mile, he got me situated, and said, don't reel this in unless there is something on the other end. I sat on the rock with that rod for hours, they went back. Late in the afternoon one day, I hooked up with a bass. I dragged that fish home up the bluff, into the house, across the living room rug and into the bathroom and put in in the bathtub until my parents came back, they had gone to the farm stand to get dinner. The entire fight is still etched in my brain to this day. I had caught a few other fish, mainly fluke and a couple bluefish but this is what I had been waiting for.
While nearby a few years ago, I went back to that rock and climbed back up on to it and sat down and thought back about what that moment created and the bass that followed. I weigh 195# now, if I could catch a bass proportionally the same today how big it would be?....it turns out to be exactly 78# , gee where have I heard that number before? Maybe I need to gain a few more pounds
There have been some great memories I have shared with my kids as well, but this is where it all started.

[JohnR]

Nice story Jim

Wh8ile I have a few "Greatest Moments" I'd say above all are the times with my son, the time with my son and neice (The Worms were moving so fast on the Choggie Parade it was tough to keep up ) and pick any of a half dozen times with the Clammer for pure joy of fishing. There was that crazy night with GB too.

[BassDawg]

EXCELLENT Larry!!!


and thanks for the great story!

[Rappin Mikey]

I'd have to say it was that killer blitz at Race Point about 4 years back. 7:00 am, end of June, 70 degrees, flat as glass, and then decent to large bass busting peanuts up on the shoe as far you could see in either direction.
I was pretty psyched when I got that 36# fish in April two years ago on a Mac popper that I scored form Mac on my birthday the September before. That plug had great mojo. Then one day I cast it off to the gods.

[BassDawg]

one of my Best Days Ever fishing is narrowed down to three.

1) my son's first LM, 10 mins after i showed him how and where.
of course, NOW he thinks it's always that easy!!!

2) my youngest nephew's ALMOST keeper ~27 1/2"~, just look at that smile and entusiasm. he smothered me THAT day, and i was never happier to be bested by ANYONE!

3) the day my brother and i went LM and SM and Rockbass fishin' in this abandoned Coalpit in his skiff. we caught all three species, fish after fish after fish and FOR ONCE, we didn't care who caught what. and we talked about nuthin' but fishing and didn't have a care in the world for however long we were there???? we really worked the water, the shore, the deep holes; but somehow, i think that the experience worked in us a change that has carried us thru til today.

EXCELLENT Thread, Larry!!! and thanks for the memories.