karstopo wrote:My favorite is not about me and since he doesn't get on TKF, I think it's okay to tell as long as I don't reveal any names. During one of the October LSKS tournaments a few years ago this particular friend decided to hit a certain marsh that I had suggested might hold some fish. As the story goes he peddles his Hobie Into the marsh via a drain. He said it seemed a little unresponsive, but he just brushed it off to being out of shape. Up in a shallow marsh lake he sees a big pod of redfish smashing shrimp. Of course, he heads for the school, but makes almost no progress. Something seems to be holding his kayak in place. Meanwhile, the school of fish comes to him by then, but he can't manuever at all. He pedals, paddles furiously to keep up with the fish and the kayak will only creep along and won't turn at all. The water by checking with his paddle is surely more than deep enough, about a foot, so he pulls the mirage drive and nothing is out of place there. The Reds come back again and the whole sad comedy repeats itself. My friend trying desperately to get a fish. This time they come so close he can make out individual fish. He says it was a pod of winning fish with a couple of small ones in the mix. He pulls out a 20 incher. I'm not sure how long this all took. Redfish all around, but no way to get to them. Finally, he checks over his kayak again and notices a strange strap. He loosens this strap. It's his launch cart. The wheels had been digging in.
rasaid wrote:"Another Treble Hook Event", -Finally in the water after a 17 hour drive and another hour paddle. Thought I had a friend to fish with me for the next 4 days but he's bailed so I'm solo. First cast with my topwater hooked an ultra dink red. In the yak he pops off and the very old an very rusty treble hook springs into my index finger. I spend the next 45 minutes alternating between working it back out, and then forcing it all the way through my finger with my pliers.
My nausea faded as soon as I pushed the rusty hook out. I used some lenses cleaner to sort of sterilize the wound and promised myself that if I started running a fever I'd go straight to the ER. Fished the rest of the week without any issues! I hate treble hooks.
Flippin' Crazee wrote:Oh crap moment from 2 weeks ago....I was kayaking a bayou and came to some railroad tracks crossing the bayou. I have paddled under these tracks numerous times in the past but this time the tide was alot higher but still looked low enough for me to make it under. I lay back on my yak as i get close and slide the first half of the yak under the tressle, lay my head down sideways and the next thing i know my head his stuck/sandwiched between the yak and the tressle with a strong tide ripping through. Now i'm starting to freak out because i feel like i'm about to flip over from the current. I make myself calm down and relax, i push up with my hands on the bottom of the tressle and end up working my way out....barely. I felt like i ripped my ears off, they still hurt today, 2 weeks later. It could of been a really bad situation if i would of freaked out. I still haven't told the wife about this because she is always worried about me yakkin' alone.
richg99 wrote:Not a kayak story but....
Many years ago I bought a brand new 20 ft. Gulf Coast bay boat. I took it out on its maiden voyage to Greens Lake. Everything ran just fine and I don't remember if I found any fish or not.
When it came time to run the boat back up the Intercoastal Canal towards the causeway bridge, I got her up and was planing along, happy as a clam.
On the way into Green's Lake, I noticed a big barge grounded on the South side of the ICW.
Heading back to the East, I saw the tail end of the barge and tugboat combination still grounded on the starboard side of the canal. I thought I'd just swing round the stern and pass on the port side of the rig.
Just about that time, my low-water alarm started sounding off on the brand new engine. I was worried about burning up my new baby, so I shut her down and slid off to the shoreline on the South.
As I sat against the sand, I looked up at the opening next to the stalled barge. Powering through that opening was the front of another barge string, pushed by a big tug. There was NO space left between the two barges and the shorelines on either side.
Had my engine alarm not gone off, I would have shot around the blind corner, directly into the slanted bow of the second barge. I have no doubt that I would have driven my new boat, at high speed, right under the barge. The result had to be death.
It took me a long time to catch my breath. Eventually, another boat came along and towed me in.
The next day, I took the boat back to Red-Wing in Houston. They could not find anything whatsoever wrong with the engine. As to why the alarm went off....I'll never know.
redneckyakclub01 wrote:I've had a couple of serious 'oh crap' moments and come close to drowning a few times. Those stories aren't funny at all and this one kinda is. Besides, I got a request to repost this oldy but goody.
Quite a few years ago I was at matagorda island state park(now MISWR) just east of bayside campground. There were 5 of us and two 2man yaks so I was odd man out first day. Brother and buddies went west toward Pringle and I waded east by myself. Fishing was mediocre but I had seen some reds way up in the grass. I waded in to look behind a small island (20'X10'). I took one step up onto said island and the water on the back side exploded. For a split second I thought I spooked a whole school of reds. Then I saw, and heard it - a 11-12 foot gator coming right at me. It had its mouth wide open and was grunting like a drunken tuba player. In the time it took me to take one step back and fall into the water it covered the 20 foot gap between us and was halfway on the island. My only thought of self defense was to use the butt end of my rod but I didnt even have time to spin it around. I was on my butt in knee deep water when it came over the island and launched itself into the water right at my side. After 10 tries I got to my feet, too scared to go onto the island(there might be another one I thought) and too scared to go further into the water. So I high stepped it down the bank for about 50 yards. I woulda gone farther but that was all I could do. I don't know if I've ever breathed so hard but my heart almost leapt from my chest. What a rush! I'm convinced that I only startled it and it was just going for deeper water. My buddies think it was coming after me but I fell under it's line of sight. Who knows, maybe it was and gators are just afraid of the bottoms of people's feet.
Yep, that might not have been my biggest 'oh crap' moment but it was my funniest. Too bad nobody was there to see it.
GatorSnatcher wrote:Taking a hardhead off the hook as I'd done thousands of times before I gave a sort of death squeeze to this particular specimen as he was quite lively and I had been catching nothing but them for hours while fishing with my wife and father in law...(stories regarding him insisting upon staying out while its lightning would disturb you.) When I went to throw this vermin upon the shore near the boat he had one last kick in him that drove his pectoral fin about an inch into the skin between my thumb and index finger on my left hand. Immediately the pain was so intense that I just froze...I sat back down in my seat saying nothing...sulking as you will...behind me I hear my father in law say..."thought you were throwing him on the bank?" I turned to reveal the fish hanging from my tender flesh. He and my wife suddenly became experts on the matter and gave what seemed like 100 ways to resolve my issue. I calmly asked for the pliers that luckily had cutters on them. I skillfully placed the cutter upon the base of the fin closest to the fish and squeezed. The fish fell free. Problem 1 solved...now to remove the barbed death pulsating in my throbbing hand. I asked now for a rag to bite down on and was granted my request. As I bit down, I saw their faces turn white with squeamishness as they realized what I was about to do...I grabbed the fin with all the surface area I could and yanked with the might of 10 grown men. The blood gushed profusely as the fin was ripped from my flesh. I placed the rag in my teeth upon the wound and held down pressure to stop the bleeding. By this time my father in law had hurled over the side of the boat and my wife was still shaken. They began pulling the anchor as I said "No...I'm not done fishing yet..." I picked up my rod and continued fishing while the pain was exponentially increasing. Despite their pleading to quit and seek medical attention I fished on...Wound up with 2 slot reds and a flounder shortly after. Finally the father in law stated that he couldn't watch me suffer any longer as it was ruining his fishing and we pulled anchor and headed for the dock. Being the fat boy I am, I suggested that we eat at Bubba's in Seadrift on our way home. I'm thankful I did because it was Bubba himself that shared the best wisdom I've heard regarding hardhead or stingray wounds. Vicks VapoRub...he had some on hand and I applied it to the wound that by this time was nearing the level of pain of being kicked in the testicles repeatedly. To my surprise, the pain subsided almost immediately, the strength came back in my hand and I was able to move it pain free within an hour or so. I continued to put the vicks on it when I got home and was able to thoroughly clean the wound. The next day...like it had never happened...no swelling...no pain...just a small hole where the fin had once resided...
There are many other stories of "Oh Crap!" but lets just say I come by username honestly...so those are completely avoidable yet sometimes hair raising instances...
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