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A Real Fish Story, In Alliance With The Laker Online - OutdoorPlaces.Com

 A "REAL" Fish Story


This is a fish story with a twist.  If you have done bass fishing before, you know that bass are incredibly intelligent fish.  Some even think they don't go for lures because they can read, "made in Japan" on them!  This is honestly one of the best fishing stories I have ever heard, with a surprise twist.


The week had seemed longer than usual and since we had just finished the night shift, my fishing partner and I planned a relaxing morning casting around docks, deadfalls, and known underwater structure. We'd catch a release a few largemouth bass, then head home for a good day's sleep.

You might think we'd be exhausted after six consecutive nights of 12 hour shifts, but like kids, we loaded Bill's boat and within minutes we were casting along the shoreline.

After our first pass along what we call 'bass busters row' we realized that in the four years we had been fishing together, not once had we been skunked along our favorite shoreline. We had tossed everything we had in our tackle boxes in and around weeds, docks, logs and rocks and not once did the water even swirl as the result of an interested bass. The sun was rising higher in the sky with each pass we made along the row, and after our third drift, we knew we had to move on to weedy bay.

Our bodies said, give up, but determined not to be skunked, we motored down the lake, rigged with weedless baits, and began again. Cast after cast fell fruitless in the lily pads, our only results being an occasional snag or straightened hook. Out of boredom, I focused my attention on a log to my left where a painted turtle shared his home with a leopard frog. There they sat about a foot apart, staring at each other, each seemingly content with his own space.

As I studied them, the water near the log rippled ever so slightly. Instinctively, I retrieved my line and tossed the purple, rubber worm where I had seen the water move. Frightened by the approaching bait, the turtle slipped of the log and away from my target, but the frog jumped to the bulls eye just as my worm hit the water an inch away.

Out of the water the bass jumped with my worm in it's gullet, and the fight was on. Quick on the retrieve I brought him into deeper water without becoming entangled in the lily pads, and gently netted him.

We don't know if it was the worm or the frog that the 4 lb bass was after, but before I released him, I removed the hook AND the live frog from his mouth! Perhaps we'll all meet again.