Spin off - What is your best fishing story? Or craziest. Or the drunkest.

Boat flipped and everyone else died

Went fishing in North Georgia. Heard banjos. Got buttfricked. Caught fish. Helluva time!

I've been a big fisherman since I was 12 but I don't really have any stories.

One time I was reeling in a lady fish and a ~4 foot shark came all the way out of the water and bit it in half. That was pretty cool.

sunk my bass boat in the Gulf a few weeks ago

Did that once in bayou black. We had a 3 man limit in an hour and we kept catching for another 2-3 hours and culled as needed. Biggest bass was about 1.5-2 lbs silver shad chug bug with orange belly all morning.

Was surf fishing in grand isle with a brand new quantum tour pts that I apparently didn't tighten down all the way. Hooked onto something strong so I start easing back toward the beach. The threads on the rod strip and the reel busted my knuckles and 2 eyes on the rod, all for a damn stingray.

We caught and released smallmouth all day long on a deep North Carolina mountain reservoir. At dark we decided to meat fish for walleye by dropping huge live night crawlers on a shallow hump about in about 40 feet of water. Very slow fishing, but when a pack of walleye would pull up on the hump, we would catch a few and wait on the next school to come up. After a long day of fishing and a few beers, I nodded off. I woke to see my favorite Shimano combo going over the side. Frick. We decided to call it a night, but I wanted to come back in the morning to drag a grapple rig for the rod, so I tied a piece of lead to a water bottle and dropped it off for a bouy. The next morning, we got there and pulled up the bouy and there was another line wrapped around the bouy line. Pulled some more and here came the walleye. Pulled some more and here came my rod. He had swum around in circles all night and totally wrapped up. Awesome.

Next trip the rod was laying on top of the rod locker on my boat and a friend opened the locker, throwing the rod overboard in 265ft of water in Lake Appalachia where it still is as far as I know.

As far as "craziest" trip, this one is by far my worst. I mostly fished with a hardcore Delacroix guy who always put us on the fish. We'd almost always be at our spot before the sun came up, load up on trout, grab a few reds with the gold spoon on the way in, and be back at the dock before the heat hit. Then one day a friend I went to school with invited me on a trip with him and his dad. They had bought a little 16' Bayliner CC, and we met up with his cousin who had an old boat around 18-19" that was one of those strange old school hull designs with an inboard/outboard (not really a bass boat but a pretty shallow hull). They had 5 guys on that boat. We ran pretty far out to fish some rigs (at lest a 45 minute run out of Delacroix), and the boat I'm on ends up breaking down while me making a jump to another rig. So we pile all 8 guys into the other boat and they try towing the 16 footer. The driver tells everyone (7 guys aside from the driver) to stand in front of the boat so he can try to get on plane. It isn't happening, he shuts down, and of course the front of the boat goes into submarine mode. Instantly there is over a foot of water in this shallow hull boat with 8 people in it. Fortunately we were able to bail out the water and were able to get the ib/ob fired up again.
So they slow-towed the dead boat over to the first rig we spotted, tied up to it, and they were able to call for a tow from the rig. So the guys that originally invited me on the 16 footer felt guilty about making me wait, and they told me just go ahead and fish with the other 5 guys on the other boat. Now I'm used to fishing with my hardcore buddy who always puts us on the fish, and if we aren't on the fish in 10 minutes we're jumping to another spot. Well these guys pull up to one little wellhead that is their honey hole. Not a bite in sight, and we sat there for at least 2 hours in the heat catching nothing. They kept saying "When the tide changes, they'll be here." Surprisingly, somewhere around 2 pm we start catching fish nonstop. We put 150 trout in the boat. Finally got back to the dock after 5 pm - longest fishing trip of my life. The boat I had started out on didn't get back to the dock until around 9 pm that night with their tow.

When I was about 12 years old I was fishing with my buddy Wayne at the park over by Greenwood in Baker. We were catching some fish too. An old guy walks up and asks if we had caught anything. Showed him our haul and he chats a few. He walks down about 150 feet away, hauls his dick out and beats it like it owes him money. He was between us and the road out so I couldn't flee accordingly.

/story. I fricking win the craziest fishing thread. It's a true story

Fishing the Basin about 2 years ago. Throwing a spinnerbait and it get snagged on a lay down. Pull on it a little bit and my line pops. Go on about our day fishing and start to catch on a crankbait. About 4 hours after losing my spinnerbait we come back to that general area to try to pick up a few more before heading back to the launch. About 20 minutes in to fishing that area I feel my crankbait swimming funny like its picked up a piece of grass or something. Get it to the boat and the crankbait had hooked my spinner bait that I had previously lost.

Found a square concrete block submerged in the Biloxi Marsh 21 miles from the BSL bridge. Lower unit all messed up but we're able to limp at 7 mph. Shockingly, it made it back.

Summer before, one day we fished from Turkey Bayou to Freemason and the wind picked up after lunch. Rode 2's from Freemason to where we ran out of gas in the MS Sound....