Tell Your Scariest Fishing Stories.

He's a keeper.

1. So yeah, we're, you know, fishing. Dad's friend dude John pulls back his line, whips it out towards the water, I feel a tug on my finger. I hold my hand up and his hook has gone completely through the tip of my index finger. I am 12 at the time and feel hardcore.

2. Not scary so much as WTF? We're hiking back to the car on our way out and back home, fishing along this kinda small creek-y branch off of the larger river we had been fishing. Only, it's pooring down rain and it's more like an honest to goodness river now than a wee little creek. I get this wicked strong tug on my line, and...now I must mention, I was fishing with a lure rather than bait, this one a fake plastic crawdad with two hooks dangling from it...anyway, there's this sparkle of fish scales as shit leaps out of the water and OMG 12 year old nickalicious has caught TWO FISH on the SAME LURE. I don't think my dad has been as proud of me since then.

Yikes

You entirely kick a man sized platter of ass.

xpost haha on the way home that day we specifically went out of our way to a place that served a "bucket of fries", which they bought for me in congratulations

i actually like fishing to this day, for some reason.

Good god. It's amazing you're as decent a fellow as you are today, JD. Had that happened to me, I'd have spent the rest of my waking like making sure the individuals responsible for that had railroad spikes hammered into their skulls.

Let's see, there's the time I thought I got a snag, but kept reeling in the line. Luckily it started to come up out of the water, so I thought rather than a snag, I had caught a huge fish!!! Well, as it turns out, that "Fish" was crab tangled in my line. Damn crab tryed to pinch me!

There was also the time when my cousin caught a crab, the convetional way, and acidently dropped it. He put his foot on its claw to keep it from getting away. Well, that crab was so desterate, it kept trying to get away until its claw broke off and it was free. My cousin bent down and picked up the crab and put it in the bucket we had. Well, while he was doing that, the claw was still on the ground. It had attracked a Pelican, I believe, and I watched it as it tryed to eat the meat inside. Well, I guess it didn't enjoy me watching and started looking at me funny. I just stared at it, not knowing what was on its mind. All of a sudden it started to flap its wings and come towards me. I screamed and my cousin ran over, kicked the bird in the beak. It kind of backed off, but then was after me again. So my cousin stepped on it beak and pinned it down. I don't remember if he kicked it after that, but he should have.

Also, another one of my cousins caught a needle fish. My dad suggested we keep it and use it as bait so he cut off the head. Well, it was still moving as I tryed to get the other knife to cut up a worm and the fish hit me in the face with its tail.

Damn Docks!!

All these things happened to me the first time I went fishing. I was about seven or eight at the time.

i worked for a summer at the mississippi state hospital, the state institution for the mentally ill. quite a place. too many anecdotes to tell, but this one fits here, though it wasn't fishing in the trad sense.

i was a painter. i spent the summer painting walls, windows, benches, etc. in the muggy mississippi heat. on the campus was a pond. a shitty little oily pond. with nasty creatures, some of them fish, living in it. the head of the hospital had the bright idea that if we could drain this pond, refill it, and stock it with nice healthy tasty fish, the patients with grounds priveleges could fish there and then they could have little fish cookouts on occasion. great. except that they recruited me to be one of the workers to accomplish this. we started by building a giant siphon out of 1-foot PVC pipe. it dumped a bunch of the water off into the woods on the other side of the little levy by the pond. but it only worked for a while. there was still a lot of water and fish in there. they thought about poisoning the remainder but decided not to risk future pollution of the pond. so the solution was to take a net, about 4 feet by 100 feet. about 20 of us, me right in the middle, held the net. we were to walk across the now depleted pond and hold out the net in front of us as we went and corrall the fish as we went. when we reached the other side (about 50 yards away), we'd have all the fish! we grudgingly started in. the pond was deeper than anyone realized and by the middle i was treading water fiercely while trying to hold the net, which was now useless as the water was too deep. the fish were freaking out. slamming into me, my legs, my stomach, in the black oily water. which freaked me out. then they began leaping over the net. several hit me in the face! i couldn't help but yell out when this happened. the people lucky enough to be watching this from the shore thought it was hilarious, of course. it was horrible. when we finally got to the other side, not a single fish had been corralled. so i sat in the mud for a while and contemplated what had just happened.

http://edition.cnn.com/2016/02/26/us/northeast-fishing-business-owner-arrested/index.html

Scary fishing story- if my aul fella hadn't managed to somehow avoid catching a single fish in 6 weeks working for this guy a couple years back he'd likely be up to his neck in a v wideranging. Investigation right now.

The one that got away, reversed.