- My Forums
- Tiger Rant
- LSU Recruiting
- SEC Rant
- Saints Talk
- Pelicans Talk
- More Sports Board
- Fantasy Sports
- Golf Board
- Soccer Board
- O-T Lounge
- Tech Board
- Home/Garden Board
- Outdoor Board
- Health/Fitness Board
- Movie/TV Board
- Book Board
- Music Board
- Political Talk
- Money Talk
- Fark Board
- Gaming Board
- Travel Board
- Food/Drink Board
- Ticket Exchange
- TD Help Board
Customize My Forums- View All Forums
- Show Left Links
- Topic Sort Options
- Trending Topics
- Recent Topics
- Active Topics
Started By
Message
re: Tell us your best fishing story as a kid.
Posted on 8/9/24 at 8:29 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
Posted on 8/9/24 at 8:29 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
Grandma and grandpa had a place at Rayburn. My dad and grandpa would go fishing early in the morning with minnows for Crappie. That's what they liked to do. I was about 8 and they would normally take me and my younger brother in the afternoon. I would get up early with them and push the boat off the shore and then bass fish or catch brim and wait for them to come back in around noon..
One morning about 2 hours after sunup I seem them coming and turning in to the bank wide open. My dad hopped out of the boat and told me to get in then ran up to the house and came back with my 5 year old brother still in his pajamas. Put him in the boat and we took off.
Pulled out into the lake and my dad casted our with a minnow about 5' under a bobber and handed me a pole. Grandpa did the same for my brother. Damn near as soon as the bobber landed it went under. They had found a school of white bass and they were feeding and decided to come get us. My brother and I sat there for about 2 hours catching white bass after white bass. All my dad and grandpa did was bait and take fish off.
Probably my best memory as a young kid.
One morning about 2 hours after sunup I seem them coming and turning in to the bank wide open. My dad hopped out of the boat and told me to get in then ran up to the house and came back with my 5 year old brother still in his pajamas. Put him in the boat and we took off.
Pulled out into the lake and my dad casted our with a minnow about 5' under a bobber and handed me a pole. Grandpa did the same for my brother. Damn near as soon as the bobber landed it went under. They had found a school of white bass and they were feeding and decided to come get us. My brother and I sat there for about 2 hours catching white bass after white bass. All my dad and grandpa did was bait and take fish off.
Probably my best memory as a young kid.
This post was edited on 8/9/24 at 11:15 am
0
Posted on 8/9/24 at 8:31 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
early 60's fishing with my grandfather. He was a carpenter by trade and had a mulch bed in the back full of the biggest worms. we would dig worms for the trip to Bayou Boeuf just outside of Alexandria. We would load up his bateau in the back of his stepside pick up and on the way we would hit the roadside ditches for crawfish for the trot line we would set up.
the launch was off the side of the road at a drainage ditch into the bayou. I had a little rod with a shakespeare spin cast reel and 1 H&H spinner bait, which he didn't think much of as cane pole always did the trick for him.
highlight of the trip was the bass I caught with my rod n reel.
running the trot line we ended up with 4 or 5 large turtles.
When we got back to the house he would build a fire in the backyard and fill a large washtub with water and put it on the fire. When it was boiling he would dump the gunny sac of turtles into it and my job was to stand on the plywood he would put over th top of the tub until the turtles stopped bumping around. He would then take a cane knife and clean them and grandmother would make some of the best turtle stew you ever ate...
I sure do miss them...
the launch was off the side of the road at a drainage ditch into the bayou. I had a little rod with a shakespeare spin cast reel and 1 H&H spinner bait, which he didn't think much of as cane pole always did the trick for him.
highlight of the trip was the bass I caught with my rod n reel.
running the trot line we ended up with 4 or 5 large turtles.
When we got back to the house he would build a fire in the backyard and fill a large washtub with water and put it on the fire. When it was boiling he would dump the gunny sac of turtles into it and my job was to stand on the plywood he would put over th top of the tub until the turtles stopped bumping around. He would then take a cane knife and clean them and grandmother would make some of the best turtle stew you ever ate...
I sure do miss them...
This post was edited on 8/9/24 at 8:53 am
Posted on 8/9/24 at 9:14 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
Not a great story or anything, but when I was young my cousin (who was more like an uncle because of age difference) finally badgered me into going fishing with him and my dad one day.... I caught a 2.5lb crappie and they got skunked 
Posted on 8/9/24 at 10:20 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
Early in my teens I was fishing in one of the dig out ponds off Old Hammond Hwy and Sherwood Forest. Landed an 8 pounder and threw in in the basket on my bike.
I stopped at Jimbo’s to put some ice on the fish. There were two guys gassing up a fairly new Ranger bass boat. One of the guys came over to see what I had in the basket. He yelled for his buddy to come over and proceeded to harass the hell out of his friend.
“You own a $xx,xxx boat and have never caught a fish anywhere near as big as this kid with his bike.” A crowd had gathered around and they were laughing it up.
Fun times.
I stopped at Jimbo’s to put some ice on the fish. There were two guys gassing up a fairly new Ranger bass boat. One of the guys came over to see what I had in the basket. He yelled for his buddy to come over and proceeded to harass the hell out of his friend.
“You own a $xx,xxx boat and have never caught a fish anywhere near as big as this kid with his bike.” A crowd had gathered around and they were laughing it up.
Fun times.
Posted on 8/9/24 at 10:32 am to NatalbanyTigerFan
Fishing with my grandfather in the 80's in the spillway. He hooked and lost a nice bass. The lure was a spinner bait. We returned to the same spot a couple of hours later and caught another bass. It was the original bass, got the fish and the bait back.
Posted on 8/9/24 at 12:12 pm to NatalbanyTigerFan
At Camp Fern just north of Marshall, Tx our cabin was close to a fallen tree that went out about 20 yards into the lake. One of the campers lost his rod and reel while fishing the log and nobody was around but me and a few others. I go rig my combo up with one of those creme worms that had the spinner, beads and double hooks to try a snag is rod. I reel the worm up tight to the end of the pole and submerge the rod into the water as far as I can. I feel something on the other end thinking it was the rod hung on something and lo and behold, catch a 4lb bass. I was king of the lake for a day. Somebody jumped into the lake and retrieved his rig.
Posted on 8/9/24 at 10:06 pm to NatalbanyTigerFan
Not really a story. Just some memories about a local pond,
We lived on the edge of town. A neighbor had a pond the neighborhood kids were allowed to fish. There was a watermelon patch across a fence. When there were ripe melons, we'd take a melon when we got there and put it in the water to cool.
One day I was fishing it with two buddies that also squirrel hunted with me everyday after football practice. We saw a turtle in the middle of the pond. I put the biggest bait anyone had in their tackle box on my line. It had three or four treble hooks on it. I threw it right over him and slowly reeled it in. He took it. When I got him out of the water I had to cut his head off to get my bait out of his mouth.
The man who owned the pond and watermelon patch had a really good looking daughter who was in college when I was in high school. When we'd be walking down her driveway to go fish the pond, we'd sometimes see and talk with her, but she never came to the pond.. I kind of knew her more from church, because she had gone to a private school. Sometimes we'd sit together.at church and just flirt with each other, but I thought I was the kind of guy her daddy didn't want her around..She told me she wanted me to take her fishing at her daddy's pond and steal a watermelon. So one Saturday morning we had a date to go fishing. This isn't a Penthouse letter. We did catch a few fish and eat one of her daddy's melons, and she did kiss me goodbye that day.
We're both retired now. I saw her at my mom's recently and she brought up how much fun she had when I took her fishing.
We lived on the edge of town. A neighbor had a pond the neighborhood kids were allowed to fish. There was a watermelon patch across a fence. When there were ripe melons, we'd take a melon when we got there and put it in the water to cool.
One day I was fishing it with two buddies that also squirrel hunted with me everyday after football practice. We saw a turtle in the middle of the pond. I put the biggest bait anyone had in their tackle box on my line. It had three or four treble hooks on it. I threw it right over him and slowly reeled it in. He took it. When I got him out of the water I had to cut his head off to get my bait out of his mouth.
The man who owned the pond and watermelon patch had a really good looking daughter who was in college when I was in high school. When we'd be walking down her driveway to go fish the pond, we'd sometimes see and talk with her, but she never came to the pond.. I kind of knew her more from church, because she had gone to a private school. Sometimes we'd sit together.at church and just flirt with each other, but I thought I was the kind of guy her daddy didn't want her around..She told me she wanted me to take her fishing at her daddy's pond and steal a watermelon. So one Saturday morning we had a date to go fishing. This isn't a Penthouse letter. We did catch a few fish and eat one of her daddy's melons, and she did kiss me goodbye that day.
We're both retired now. I saw her at my mom's recently and she brought up how much fun she had when I took her fishing.
Posted on 8/11/24 at 10:55 am to chinese58
Great thread. I’ve enjoyed reading these.
I have so many great memories, so it’s hard to pick just one.
One that sticks out :
I was around 8 or 9 years old, 1993-1994 .
My dad fished Bisteneau hard for several years and had the bass pretty dialed in year around.
We went out one summer morning and hit a few of his favorite spots. Actually, I believe we had brought our tent and camping gear and were staying the weekend.
Anyway, his last spot he would always stop before loading up was the state park swimming area. Back then it had a chain link fence around it, with wood pilings every 4-5’.
He would flip a black and blue tail worm against the pilings and would always pick up 2-3.
Well, the swimming area was packed with probably 20-30 people in the water and on the beach. We were working our way around it, and everytime he would catch a fish, he would hold it up, and several people were cheering him on: clapping and hollering.
He was eating it up like he was in the classic.
Well, my role was always to take the fish off his hook and get the worm back right.
We get to the last piling, which was the closest to the swimming area where people were.
He sticks a 2.5 lber, and he slings it over the side of the boat about my head high .
The fish hits me in the side of the head and i stumbled backwards and fell out the boat.
Everyone was laughing.
What a funny memory.
I have so many great memories, so it’s hard to pick just one.
One that sticks out :
I was around 8 or 9 years old, 1993-1994 .
My dad fished Bisteneau hard for several years and had the bass pretty dialed in year around.
We went out one summer morning and hit a few of his favorite spots. Actually, I believe we had brought our tent and camping gear and were staying the weekend.
Anyway, his last spot he would always stop before loading up was the state park swimming area. Back then it had a chain link fence around it, with wood pilings every 4-5’.
He would flip a black and blue tail worm against the pilings and would always pick up 2-3.
Well, the swimming area was packed with probably 20-30 people in the water and on the beach. We were working our way around it, and everytime he would catch a fish, he would hold it up, and several people were cheering him on: clapping and hollering.
He was eating it up like he was in the classic.
Well, my role was always to take the fish off his hook and get the worm back right.
We get to the last piling, which was the closest to the swimming area where people were.
He sticks a 2.5 lber, and he slings it over the side of the boat about my head high .
The fish hits me in the side of the head and i stumbled backwards and fell out the boat.
Everyone was laughing.
What a funny memory.
Posted on 8/11/24 at 7:54 pm to SuperNatural
The most fun summer we ever had fishing was one year in the mid 70's, when the Ouachita River flooded. My dad worked for IP cruising timber. Some of his wood cutting crews let him know about a bean field that was covered with water. Pretty sure it was near Marion, LA. We were using catawba worms off the tree in our yard. We tight-lined and caught bass, sun perch, white perch, catfish, grenald gasper goo and a few gar. One catfish weighed over 50 lbs. Some days we kept 60-70 fish with my dad, my brother and I fishing.. I was in high school and my brother was home from LSU. We only made it out there on Sat. and Sun, but for two weekends in a row we had to be there. We gave the trash fish to a man who lived in a trailer on the lake.
Page 3 of 3
Popular
Back to top
Follow TigerDroppings for LSU Football News