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M-ROZEWICZ
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Posted: Mon Mar 17th, 2008 09:02 pm |
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| Lets hear you fishing stories,old timers,new comers. good netting,bad hookset,or things that happen to you on the water,,,,ect..ect..ect.. M-ROZEWICZ
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spk131
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Posted: Mon Mar 17th, 2008 10:03 pm |
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When I was 10 or 11 I was out perch fishing with my dad and uncle, we were fishing on the saginaw bay and lake huron divide. When we first arrived everyone out there was killing the perch but after about an hour we noticed that we stopped catching fish but the other boats were still killing em. I felt four strong tugs on my line but too strong to be a fish so I just sat there about 10 minutes later I had a few very strong tugs. When I stood up and set the line it pulled back, next thing I know Im dangling over the edge of the boat yelling for my dad to grab the net. The fish was slowly pulling me over the boat by the time my uncle grabbed my leg the entire fishing pole was under water and my legs were dangling in the air. A split second later the line broke and I was pulled back into the boat.
Still wonder what kind of fish it was today.
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M-ROZEWICZ
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Posted: Wed Mar 19th, 2008 10:31 pm |
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| Not bad At 10 .on a fly in trip with dad. I remember thinking I got a log or branch here comes Mammoth pike slowly coming up see's the boat -turned down an broke off,so leaving to go to the shore lunch [not] hooking the stinger of walleye.They went to the bottom of the lake and had to eat the other uncle's fish, after we built a lean-to to fry them-_ because it started to rain.It was golden...
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Andrew Liposky
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Posted: Thu Mar 20th, 2008 07:21 am |
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| I am 23 years old currently. Before I went to college (Northern Michigan University) I had the best day on the river ever. I had my limit in 25 mintutes and was catching and releasing fish like it was no one's business. I am from downriver, and I was fishing the GLS area. There used to be an old green tower right at the tip of the steel mill, most called it the guards tower. One of the last tugs I had that night (I am a handliner) felt like I had the bottom.....but this bottom was shakin hard. I flipped the shank in the boat and my 30 foot lead was straight down (automatic adrenaline rush) I got the fish up to the boat....and for some reason my adrenaline took over and I tried to flip the fish into the boat.....all I heard was the snap pop and I saw my spoon fly out of the fish's mouth.... now I have two fish over 32 inches mounted on my wall and my father has one mounted over 12 pounds....to this day this fish that I missed dwarfed any one that I have seen......take it for what its worth..but that fish still haunts me.....
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M-ROZEWICZ
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Posted: Fri Mar 28th, 2008 03:51 pm |
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| Sounds great, Fishing one of our tourney's [mill area]hooked on-to a sturgeon an new it,not wanting to waist time ,Should we cut the fireline?Dont brake my pole! Partner- let's see how big?15 min. later to the top it came. 5 footer or better couldn't get him next to the boat, Away he goes snap.I was happy to going back to fish for walleye's.
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mschaller
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Posted: Fri Mar 28th, 2008 04:28 pm |
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Years ago, back when I was about 6 my Father, his friend, my Grandfather and myself went walleye fishing on an inland lake up around Traverse City. After we got done fishing we got back to the ramp and noticed that in the nearby swamp were a lot of frogs feeding on little moth's. My Dad and his friend Marty grabbed their fishing rods, tied on some small gold treble hooks and went about catching some frogs. As they hooked the frogs they would throw them to me to pick up and put in a cooler. At first the frogs would hit the ground and hop away before I could get them. My Dad and Marty started throwing them against the wall of one of those Start Park Green Outhouses to knock them out so I could get them. My Grandpa was standing outside the outhouse (dressed in his khaki pants, suspenders, flanel shirt, ratty fishing hat, three day old whiskers and chewing Red Man tobacco) watching all of this. Unknown to my Dad, Marty and myself a woman went into the outhouse. Of course the frogs were still flying and the next thing you know this woman comes flying out of there. She immiediately sees my Grandpa, gives him a dirty look, calls him a pervert and storms off. We had no idea what was going on at first but we quickly put it all together.
My Dad and I still get a chuckle out of that day.
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