What is the craziest thing you have done while fly fishing And a tribute

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Gnome	What is the craziest thing you have done while fly fishing And a tribute		Lead	[-]
Posts: 2002 03/25/2009 19:56 King of the Gnomes	Tags : None This one ranks right up there in my collection of odd things done while fishing. My dad (pictured below) and a good friend named Jeremy Drumm and I where fishing a small private lake on the flanks of Grand mesa in 94 or 95. When all of a sudden there was a major ruckus on the bank as a bull was being chased by a group of cowboys who where gathering up their herd that had been pasteured on this section of private land that has 3 lakes and a small stream. Well they flustered this bull by trapping him up against the outlet for the middle lake to the lower lake and then they pretty well had him penned up against the edge of the lake when the bull decided to heck with this I will swim the lake and in he went The bull gets out into the lake and discover's that he has made what could be a fatal mistake as the lake is deeper and colder and alot farther across than he expected. He was struggling mightily and only his head was out of the water as I finned up to him on my bronco with my Dallan Leather hat in hand, and you should have seen the look on his face I am sure that the thought that was going through his mind at the same time was "Oh heck cowboys out here too" I turned him and herded him back to the shallows. Once I had herded the bull back to the shallows he just stood there and it took a full 10 to 15 minutes for him to recover to the point that he would even move. Whereupon the cowboys roped him and he went quite docily. Sorry no picture of that part as my buddy Jeremy Drumm had run out of film. RIP Jeremy we miss you and we also make one wiggle for ya every year bro. Jeff Snow is coming to cave country again Photos Shot by Jeremy Drumm What no one else has herded the bull while kick boating? Last Edited By: Gnome 03/26/2009 09:11. Edited 1 time.
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Gnome		#1	[url]	[-]
Posts: 2004 03/26/2009 09:17 King of the Gnomes	Come on I know there are other stories much better than this one out there. Jeff
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Posts: 2438 03/26/2009 20:16 Admin	Your story is as good as Banjo's haunted rod! Hmm... me? Nothing comparable. I do remember fly fishing when I was about 30 years younger & when I was amazingly, in retrospect, stupid--so stupid they shouldn't have given me a license to fish. I was out on a coldwater stream in New Hampshire, dry fly fishing. An old fellow wandered out into the stream--hip waders & a very unfashionable straw hat. He started casting right into my pool, several times right over my line. I got more & more steamed. At some point he took a step to the side & went down with a huge splash. Fishing the pool was ruined. I was furious. When he stood up, dripping, his hat floating down river, I yelled at him, "If you can't even wade in a river like this you shouldn't be out here fishing! What an idiot--" I probably said other things as well. He stood looking at me with his mouth open. I was still hopping mad, and couldn't stand to even be near him now. So I reeled in my line in a huff, turned to leave, took a couple steps & repeated his exact maneuver, except that he'd gone down sideways & I fell face forwards, neatly breaking my (plastic) rod & hitting my forehead. It was a humbling afternoon. I still can hear him laughing as I dragged myself out of the river. I think I like your bull story more.
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pvansch1		#3	[url]	[-]
Posts: 4503 03/26/2009 20:52 Moderator	I don't have photos but it was witnessed by another fisherman. I was fishing the Town Bridge Pool of the Farmington River last July, I had waded out to the island above the bridge. From behind me I could hear the awful screaching animal and it was getting louder and louder. Now there is a wide riffle between the bank and the island. I saw this animal running across still making this horrid sound was a small goat, Once he passes the end of the island the back side drops into a deep hole, it swam right across and climbed the bank disappearing into the woods. The other guy fishing confirmed what we had just seen. Pete
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philpsych		#4	[url]	[-]
Posts: 235 03/26/2009 23:05 Moderator	There is no way under the Sun that I could top your story, Jeff. But that didn't make it any less entertaining to read, and look at. Oh here's one - last summer I bought new wading boots, and drove 2 hours across the bald-prairie to Calgary to pick them up. The new ones, with the fancy rubber soles, Simms I think. Enroute a colossal hail storm pounded the living hell out of my new truck, 2008 Toyota Tacoma. Apple-sized hail, I'm still astonished the windshield didn't break. Bad luck, shit happens, etc.... Later that summer, near the Madison, I developed the odd habit of leaving my new wading boots on top of my truck-topper (fiberglass canopy), thinking (if you can call it that), that I'D NEVER FORGET THEM THERE. The boots weren't drying out overnight, so I'd leave them on top of the truck, just to see if they dried. Needless to say, one day I drove off and who knows where my boots went. Thankfully I still had my old ones to wear that day, and promptly made my way to West Yellowstone to buy replacements.
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philpsych		#5	[url]	[-]
Posts: 236 03/26/2009 23:26 Moderator	There might be a moral in my stories somewhere.... Something to do with not rushing things (I drove to Calgary on 2 min notice, without checking the weather), or the value of sticking with tried and trued rituals (always leave the boots in the same place).
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MFRS	1 of the smartest things I have done	#6	[url]	[-]
Posts: 326 03/26/2009 23:32	While fly fishing a small isolated river I was coming up on a home that was near the bank and as I had not fished this river for years I was not sure what to expect, though I have never saw dogs at this particular house. The river was unusually low and the pools had no current really and no amount of runs between the pools. The land owner was nowhere to be seen but I heard dogs barking and saw two Rotteweiller/pittbull mixed dogs coming at full speed. I had nowhere to go and nothing to defend myself with, just a graphite rod. So I quickly waded to the middle of the chest-deep pool. The dogs were at the edge of the pool by then and just looked at each other and were wondering what to do next. The dogs owner never did show, I hollered at them until they left (plus 10 minutes) and then strapped my rod to the vest, grabbed several very nice rocks and continued quietly to the next pool. Gary
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Posts: 708 03/27/2009 08:33	This does not translate into words as being terribly funny (probably because I am a lousy story teller).. Two years ago, Oct. 2007 , about 34 degrees, a friend and I were fishing the Firehole in Yellowstone near mid-geyser basin. Fishing was only fair and the wind had kicked up. As we fished our way upstream we were approaching a large group of Buffalo that we would not be able to safely get around without walking for some distance. A man approached on the hill behind us. I have no idea where he came from and how he got there. Only a bike path exists in this area so he must have been biking. He surveyed the landscape then dissappeared back behind the hill. I completely forgot about him. About 5 minutes later I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see this man running zig-zag patterns full speed through a herd of buffalo in his underwear with a towel in his hand. The buffalo looked like they could care less and did even bother moving. This dude looked like Barry Sanders slicing through there, he could really move! The buffalo herd was scattered about the hillside but in this particular spot a couple dozen were packed together tightly , some standing, some laying down. Without loosing a step or slowing down he negotiated the herd , threw his towel on a branch, and jumped into the Firehole full speed off a 5 foot bank. Swimming near a fairly large hot spring was apparently the reason for this brave display. Amazed, I turned to look at my buddy John for his reaction. He just kind of grinned and shrugged his shoulders. He is a Detective near Philly so I supposed it takes a little more for him to think of something as odd. We went back to fishing and I forgot about the episode until later when I had a chance to think about it again and chuckled. Would have been priceless to catch it on video.
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Hardy Guy		#8	[url]	[-]
Posts: 809 04/17/2009 16:23	I once cast to and hooked an 18' speedboat that had drifted away from an old fella while he went to get his truck and trailer(we're on a lake). I had to make a huge 160'double haul to reach it naw,, not really,, it was only 50' or so but i brought it back to shore with 6lb test. He was happy i saved his boat and so was i till i saw he had a dead salmon on the floor. I thought to myself later i should have let it float away Hardy Guy Obsessed Salmon Chaser since 1988!! www.flyfishtheisland.com
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Gnome		#9	[url]	[-]
Posts: 2078 04/19/2009 08:39 King of the Gnomes	Hardy Guy and Mainiac, Those are good one's!!! Have not landed any boats 8-) Jeff
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searun		#10	[url]	[-]
Posts: 146 04/28/2009 01:21	Great stories, all of them. Nothing I've experienced while fishing can even come close to any of these - I guess I just have to get out more! Greg
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Marty		#11	[url]	[-]
Posts: 144 05/01/2009 23:11	Most recent job was in FL for a couple of years. Condo development had a retention pond I was tired from unpacking and watching the ocean and heard a splash in the smallish pond. Started watching and saw a really big bass cruising near the very ornamental rushes at the end near my condo. I had never lived in FL (in my defense) I unpacked the rods and in the early morning put on a pair of tennis shoes and a bass bug and went over caught a nice (to me ) bass on first cast...... saw a log in weeds cast to it twitch twitch and the log started swimming toward me.......... took about 2 seconds for me to recognize I had just met my first gator in the wild.....no idea what I said but pretty sure I levitated 10 yards back up the bank..... stood there breathing hard and looking at the water one of the neighbors having coffee said "yep thats why nobody fishes there ....there are 3 that live there and 4 in the other pond" and yes he had watched the whole thing and not said a word........ Same condo fishing off the beach in evenings sometimes snook and sea trout and others would take a popper or streamer (not big as the species go but fun on an 8wt) one evening the action was truly intense (found out later it was a mackrel run) real fighters and 14-18 inches long fish after fish wow its dark fish still going I am waist deep suddenly fighting a fish and rod went double then slack pulled back a bloody fish head oh crap time to go in would have been fine at this point don't know if it was a shark that bumped me but it was big scared the crap out of me promptly out of the water at sundown after that again in my defense living in fl was the first saltwater fishing I had done. (fun but not really my thing) Seeing a big fish on a trout stream at least only makes me fall in well there is a bear story or two but those were just chance not active stupidity on my part
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Gnome		#12	[url]	[-]
Posts: 2113 05/02/2009 08:42 King of the Gnomes	Marty, did you consider a very heavy rod and a cast to the gator? Admit it the thought did cross your mind Huh? Good stuff!!!!!!!!! Jeff
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