HyperFox
Well-Known Member
Weve all done it.
Get to the beach, hook into something. Then realise youve forgotten something you needed back on shore.
So what have you forgotten?
Ill start.
Last year, I went fishing here on the Ottawa river, and I hooked into something that felt powerful. It had guts man. I hauled on that thing for at least 5 minutes before I brought it out of the water.
A Pike!
My first ever pike I had caught. Just a small one. 18" long or so. I elected to release him back into the wild. So I reached into my back pocket and.. Hey.. Where the heck are my pliers?
So I rummage through the tackle box. Where are they.. All this time the pike is getting less amused. I find nothing in the tackle box to pick the hook out of his yap. Which is now snapping. They have plenty of teeth.
I decide Ill have to cut line to get him off. So I reach for my trusty leatherman knife.... which I left on the table. Next to the pliers.
So Here I am trying to cut the line with my teeth, with an angry pike a foot away from my melon. And of course. Its braided line. It takes that much longer to cut!
I eventually knawed through it, and let him go. With one of my favorite lures. Oh well.
Get to the beach, hook into something. Then realise youve forgotten something you needed back on shore.
So what have you forgotten?
Ill start.
Last year, I went fishing here on the Ottawa river, and I hooked into something that felt powerful. It had guts man. I hauled on that thing for at least 5 minutes before I brought it out of the water.
A Pike!
My first ever pike I had caught. Just a small one. 18" long or so. I elected to release him back into the wild. So I reached into my back pocket and.. Hey.. Where the heck are my pliers?
So I rummage through the tackle box. Where are they.. All this time the pike is getting less amused. I find nothing in the tackle box to pick the hook out of his yap. Which is now snapping. They have plenty of teeth.
I decide Ill have to cut line to get him off. So I reach for my trusty leatherman knife.... which I left on the table. Next to the pliers.
So Here I am trying to cut the line with my teeth, with an angry pike a foot away from my melon. And of course. Its braided line. It takes that much longer to cut!
I eventually knawed through it, and let him go. With one of my favorite lures. Oh well.