Ultrastealth wrote:Mine was a few years ago in Anahuac. I was in my tandem with my son, who was about 8 years old at the time. My buddy was fishing in his yak about 50 yards away. All of the sudden, I hear "Pfffffftshhhhhhhhhhh!" then lots of cursing. My son starts laughing uncontrollably. I look over at my buddy, and his PFD had autoinflated. All that I could see above all the yellow was his hat. I thank God for the levity, because the fish were apparently on another part of the planet. I wouldn't trade experiences like that for anything.
TroutSupport.com wrote:I took a buddy of mine to fish SLP from my boat... I 'expertly' parked the boat at the edge of a sandbar and gave the anchor a little rope.. my buddy get's out of the boat in waste deep water. Tide was going out so I didn't want to be on the shallowest part of the bar or anything.. well just as I was throwing both feet over in an aggressive deploy (this was summertime wading wet) my buddy is like "wait!!! " just in time for him to see my head disappear under the water LOL... Apparently I parked right on the edge of the drop off with his side being on the shallow side and my side being in 6' of water. LOL.. perfect park!!!
osorojotx wrote:I was wading in POC and catching some decent fish. As I released the spool and casted my Skitter Walk, I noticed a low-flying pelican out of the corner of my eye. I knew right then that the two were on a collision course. I winced tighter and tighter as the two flew at each other in perfect harmony and tried to prepare for the fight of my life. My suspicions were validated about a second later and as the pelican continued in flight, I tried to figure out what to do. Line started spooling out so I thumbed down on the spool. We both knew something had gone terribly wrong and he landed and proceeded to flap and thrash violently. He settled and I dragged him back to the boat where my uncle was. It took him a while to figure out what was going on, but once he saw the rod bent backwards and the pelican bobbing behind me, he died laughing. He grabbed the bird by the massive beak and fought it for a few seconds while trying to unhook the trebles and untangle the line. Once the pelican was free, he let it go and the bird proceeded to vomit a whole mullet onto his shirt.
I learned that day that hunting is not the only sport that requires you be aware of what's down range.
Ultrastealth wrote:Yep... it wasn't that though.. I've known that a long time, know the pass well, and I know exactly where they do and don't .. it was the incoming tide that swung the the back end of the boat and put me out past the edge... hell, I'm still laughing about it. If you can't laugh at yourself.....TroutSupport.com wrote:I took a buddy of mine to fish SLP from my boat...
There's no slope to those guts behind the pass. Some of them go from 6" to 8' in one step.
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