Hunting Washington Forum
Other Activities => Fishing => Topic started by: elkrack on July 28, 2019, 12:12:51 PM
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Let’s hear some dad fails from their kids first time fishing. I will start off from yesterday. Took my daughter fishing for the first time yesterday and was completely unprepared for the weather! We were almost to the boat launch and it starts misting the kind of mist that will drench you in a hurry. Needless to say we had sweatshirts with no rain gear 🤦🏻♂️. Luckily the fish were hitting so we had a cold very wet but great time
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Good job! Looks like it didn't bother the kids.
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That’s definitely not a fail!
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My son was about five, we were fishing for Kokanee on Alder Lake. We were trolling back on the arm when I booked a huge Koke. Not often you get a joke that can take line. I finally get him netted and in the boat. He was hooked on the top hook on the Double Whammy that I had swapped the stock hooks with red Gamakatsus. I grabbed him around the head to unhook him and the fish when crazy. Somehow the lower hook went into my thumbnail, and as the fish flopped it imbedded further. I could not let go of the fish because he was still on the other hook. My son was freaked seeing the hook go right through my thumbnail and out the pad of my thumb. I realized he was really scared, so I had to play it calm and cool.
I asked him if he could do me a big favor and grab the pliers out of the holder and come over to me. Then I asked him to cut the line between the hooks so I could drop the fish. His eyes were bugging out, so I was cracking jokes to lighten it up a bit. The blood was dripping everywhere. He gutted it out and cut the line and I dropped the fish.
He asked “are you going to pull the hook out?” I explained that the barb on the hook has to be cut off first before I can pull it out. He handed me the pliers and I cut the barb off. I then grabbed the hook and pulled it back out of my thumb. Funny how even in combat or accidents I have been through I never fainted. Pulling that hook out I almost passed out, but I fought it off so my son would not get more freaked out. I put a bandage on thumb and we continued fishing until we got our limits, nothing close to that fish in size.
That was the biggest Kokanee I have ever caught, 26 inches, 3 1/2 pounds.
And it hurt like heck!
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Turkey hunting with my two older sons, neither of which had yet killed a turkey.
Plan was worked out in advance: Oldest son, then middle son, then me.
All of a sudden, we had about 25 turkeys headed our way across the field.
We were caught a bit in the open, so we just laid down..... birds are maybe 150 yards out and walking right to us. We are behind a tiny swale.
Birds keep closing.
I'm coaching my sons...... "Wait...... Wait......... Wait........"
Birds disappear behind a swale..... start seeing turkey heads at 35 yards......
I am coaching........ Birds are still walking.....
"Wait....... Wait... Wai.......... BOOM!"
I just shot a Tom while coaching my kids to wait!!!!!!!!!!!
My oldest son jumps up and rolls his first Tom.
My middle son just looks at me and says "Really?!?!"
We still laugh about it.
I'm much more into deer and elk hunting and have passed on probably 10 deer and elk for them to shoot instead of me....... but I poached a stupid bird right out from under my sons.
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Tom (buck, bull, bear, etc...) fever, covers just about every bad situation Ever!
:tup:
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When I was about 8, we towed the boat to Conconully and fished the upper lake, and pretty far up lake from the launch.
Slayed em, 4 limits of good sized trout in about an hour.
All the fish were on a couple of those metal “stringers”
When we went to run back to the ramp, dad forgot to pull them out of the water.
All we had left was heads and lips.
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Some great stories right there! Keep em coming.
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That’s definitely not a fail!
I know it’s not a fail and the kids want a whole lot more of it but there was a loss of thought when leaving the house. It does make it more memorable :tup:
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That’s definitely not a fail!
:yeah:
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I remember one of my first years of elk hunting, my old man and I were up hunting off Blewett Pass. We parked the truck and hiked down this little ridgeline and hadn't made it 100 yards when we looked over and about 50 yards away stood a lone spike. I immediately raised my rifle and had my crosshairs on him and all I could hear was my old man saying, "one by two? one by two?" as he looked through his binos. My first thought was that he was asking if that is what it was so I lowered my rifle and tried to grab my binos to confirm and during the time, the bull had enough and took off. Come to find out, my old man was trying to confirm if a spike with a second point on one side was legal as he wasn't confident in the regulations. I think I was early teens at the time but knew that he was legal. Talk about an easy shot and easy pack out... :yike: :chuckle:
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Turkey hunting with my two older sons, neither of which had yet killed a turkey.
Plan was worked out in advance: Oldest son, then middle son, then me.
All of a sudden, we had about 25 turkeys headed our way across the field.
We were caught a bit in the open, so we just laid down..... birds are maybe 150 yards out and walking right to us. We are behind a tiny swale.
Birds keep closing.
I'm coaching my sons...... "Wait...... Wait......... Wait........"
Birds disappear behind a swale..... start seeing turkey heads at 35 yards......
I am coaching........ Birds are still walking.....
"Wait....... Wait... Wai.......... BOOM!"
I just shot a Tom while coaching my kids to wait!!!!!!!!!!!
My oldest son jumps up and rolls his first Tom.
My middle son just looks at me and says "Really?!?!"
We still laugh about it.
I'm much more into deer and elk hunting and have passed on probably 10 deer and elk for them to shoot instead of me....... but I poached a stupid bird right out from under my sons.
My old man did this on what was supposed to be the hunt where I got my first deer. A big 2 point blacktail popped out in front of us walking a road and ran off to our right. For reasons I still don't understand he turned around in the brush and ran back into the road and stopped. As I was bringing my rifle up I see my dad (a combat veteran and very proficient with a rifle) snap his rifle up and drop it in its tracks. He looks at me kinda sheepish and says "I have to put my tag on it but we can tell them you shot it if you want". :chuckle: I wasn't upset because we had a deer on the ground but he sure felt bad about it at the time.