Funny surf stories

[chris L]

that is way too funny . I have tears running down my cheeks .

[Nebe]

I think the funniest thing i have ever had happen to myself was the night an owl mistook myself for a tree. I was fishing in an estuary in the spring with big dannies.. it was around midnight and I was retrieving the lure nice and slow and I was in water up to my waist and was completely motionless except for my wrist turning the reel.... I saw a dot in the sky get bigger and bigger and i thought i was seeing things. I closed my eyes for a second and looked up again and there was a huge barn owl coming in for a landing on my fishing rod. Its talons were out its wings were outstretched as far as they could go as it was gliding in to land on it.. I realized that if it tried to land on my pole it would probably tumble down on top of me and freak out so i wiggled the rod in a frantic motion and yelled at it to scram and it veered off just missing me and just about did a splashdown before gliding up into a tree on the bank. the owl then preceded to screech at me for 10 minutes.. I really think that I i didnt see it, it would have crashed into me and tore me to pieces.. but who knows.

[Nebe]

oh man.... I totally forgot that i posted that story. too funny.. and sadly that was the most epic battle i have ever encountered

[piemma]

I once hooked a trash bag filled with sand and water at NR and fought that bag for 20 minutes. I thought it was my first 60.

[Andy D]

Nebe , Thanks for posting that story. Havn't laffed that hard in a long time.

[jimmy z]

I slipped and fell on the rocks twice this season,

[tynan19]

Baldwin, that is some funny %$%$%$%$.

[baldwin]

Tynan, you want to read another funny one? Go to the "articles" link on www.connecticutsurfcasters.com and read "Bycatch". It's the story of the bat I caught years ago.

[tynan19]

Even better.

[BassDawg]

This was during the all day Boo fish blitz from Oct's full at WHLH.

I got there about 30 mins into first light, and went straight to the first blitz I could see, which was in the bowl on the west side of the light. Don will kill me for this, or I should kill me, for using AH Sr Spooks in the middle of the toothy ones, but I was already loaded with a cremesicle spook and decided to launch one into the fray.................

Much success was to be had by any and all who made decent offerings to the ravenous yellow-eyed demons. After working my way to the rip between the couch and the point, with many more blues ~all boos, all the time~ C&R, I spent some time tossing jigs and storm shads in and around the whole eastern side of the light to no avail, and was done with tha blues................

I'm about to leave and I meet this chap from the Bronkx who's had enuff as well, when this huge blitz goes off in the boulder beach before the wall ~that looks kinda stripey. We both hop the fence and engage, tons of fun and no striped ones. I move a little closer to the center of the cove and make a distance cast to the farthest edge I can reach towards the open current when this young gull gets entangled in my braid as I am taking up the slack, and wham a 27" bluefish nails that cremesicle spook. So now I'm fighting both, and doan want to hurt either. The blue is somewhat cooperative and gives up the fight with some ease, once I stop him rather abruptly. Now, I have to save the gull.

The 4'-6' waves keep rolling in and the boid keeps taking on water, but has resigned himself to being a victim of his misfortunate set of circumstances. Now, the bird is close and the blue is settled. I go to release the gull, and he commences to attack my korkers. So, I tell him, "If ya wanna get outta this mess, old bean, ya gotts ta work wit me! Stay cool and you'll fly away." He gets it, I grab the very end of one wing and unwrap the knot, I grab the very tip of the other wing and unwrap it, and he takes off. I then proceed to land the boo, give it a quick measure and release neither species the worse for the wear.

I laughed about that one for awhile, still do................... !

[Tinslinger]

While fishing the Race one morning many, many years ago, I had just smoked breakfast and walked down to the beach and got in the picket line. I was using a popper with a teaser and small (5-7#) blues were being caught. I hooked up but the fight was weird even for my altered condition. The line would go slack and I would gain then the fish would pull like hell take line left then right. After a few minutes of this I saw I had a double of bluefish. I was in the water about boot-top deep when they both raced towards me and wrapped around my akles. I tried to back up and fell back over on my A**! Now Iam sitting in the water laughing hysterically while these fish are flopping around. I am not making any attempt to grab them cause I am laughing so hard. They finally break off and are left on the beach by a receding wave. I was able to untangle my feet grab my fish and go back to the Jeep still laughing.