Fun on the Water. Practical Jokes

stones93

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Ok, I thought I would start a thread to lighten our hali-hangover mood. What are some of the practical jokes you have heard of or tried to a fishing buddy ect. I'll start with 2

1. Last year we were up at Langara Lodge. We were a group of 12. A few of these guys were from Ontario so we split into teams of East vs West. We talked this battle up tons before the trip. I decided a small prank was in order. The first night during dinner, I slipped out and went to the rooms of the easterners, I then proceeded to set up many, many alarm clocks in their rooms. They were all set 20 min apart and well hidden:)
Lets just say that it was hard for them to make that first light bite the next day :p

2. this year we are doing the same trip, I plan to sneak onto my buddies boat before he leave the dock at daybreak. I will slip some drops of the pink pro-cure dye into his herring cooler. I cant wait to see his expression when he finds out all his herring is pink!!

I'd be interested to hear other's fun stories :)
 
Get access to a buddy's fishing rod the night before and peel off about 50 feet of line and cut it. Re-spool. If hooked up to a downrigger, you won't lose any of the hardward, you'll just get to watch him have to bring everything in again.:D
 
I'll bite.

Few years back one of my buddies got a large blow up banana and stuffed it on my boat. Created a few chuckles around the Lodge To return the favor I stuffed some old bait on the Lodge boat he ran to let it cook for a few days Unfortunately I got the wrong boat so Joke was on me again when the intended target wasn't affected. I'll find a real banana and stick it on his new boat some time when he least expects.
 
Last year I saw a guide chipping a big arse block of ice on the dock. I asked him what he was doing...he said "getting my f#$$ing fishing licence back" Apparently that was payback for something else that he would not reveal !
 
Get access to a buddy's fishing rod the night before and peel off about 50 feet of line and cut it. Re-spool. If hooked up to a downrigger, you won't lose any of the hardward, you'll just get to watch him have to bring everything in again.:D

Once at Silva Bay i climbed thru a 2nd story window to get at a guy's rod where i stripped about 50-60 ft off but i just bit halfway thru so i broke when he hooked his only bite of the weekend.

Cruel but he deserved it for previous crimes.
 
Wow, thats nasty! What did he do? reverse the bilge pump :)



Once at Silva Bay i climbed thru a 2nd story window to get at a guy's rod where i stripped about 50-60 ft off but i just bit halfway thru so i broke when he hooked his only bite of the weekend.

Cruel but he deserved it for previous crimes.
 
My brother was out with a friend whose company makes fast boats testing a new boat at speed when they see an RCMP boat ahead coming towards them. The driver turns to my brother and says “quick, put on your seat belt”. Got him looking.
 
I'm into a good gag as much as the next guy, but, if you screwed with my gear and I lost 'the one fish of the weekend' or 'some sort of of personal trophy', I'M AFRAID I MIGHT LOOSE IT!
Fun is fun until someone gets a seal bomb tossed in their boat (or bunk).

F D
 
Last summer, a buddy of mine thought it might be funny to slip a whole anchovy into my pocket while I fought a nook. What he didn't suspect was that I found it right away, and slipped it into his tall boy fancy German beer. I swear he drank half of it before he clued in. We were pissing ourselves laughing. He thought the smell was on his hands from baiting his hook:D I knew he had no taste in good beer:p
 
I'm into a good gag as much as the next guy, but, if you screwed with my gear and I lost 'the one fish of the weekend' or 'some sort of of personal trophy', I'M AFRAID I MIGHT LOOSE IT!
Fun is fun until someone gets a seal bomb tossed in their boat (or bunk).

F D
You obviously don't have much of a sense of humour. The jokee had previously put a large firecraker in the head of my boat so i can do what ever the F$(& i want to him.
 
One to remember.

It happened on one of our yearly pilgrimages to the Qualicums. At that time I had a 16 foot welded aluminum. On the particular morning in question we had run it down to the Little Q from Costa Lotta. It was one of those perfect windless mornings with a little fog and the sun quickly warming all below it which make for the best conditions to jig.

There were 3 of us in my boat. One friend jigging of the stern, I had the middle, and my other friend had the bow. Things were slow that morning and we were starting to get a little distracted. I felt a tap on my arm from my always innocent friend fishing on the stern. He leaned over to me, pointed at our friend on the bow, and then he made a downward pulling motion with his hands. I instantly knew what he was implying and I acknowledged him with a smirk and a casual head nod.

Now being one of those perfect Labour Day morning’s out front of the Little Q, there were a ton of boats all crowded around that south west corner of the markers. Most were jigging with the rest weaving around the jiggers as they were trolling. The flotilla had not started to spread out as what normally happens on those slow mornings. Our friend was intently fishing on the bow, well focused on his rod tip, while looking for that gentle tap of a Little Q spring saying hello to his jig. I covertly leaned forward and gently grabbed both sides of his sweat pants waist band. As I quickly pulled down his sweat pants my friend on the stern let out a resounding “HEY” which echoed down the beach. It seemed that very loud “Hey” had everyone in the vicinity looking towards my boat.

All of those fisherman that Saturday morning were treated to the sight of a man in a boat, standing on the bow jigging, his sweat pants around his ankles, and no underwear on. NO UNDERWEAR ON! My friend on the bow slowly looked down at his pants. He then turned towards the two of us, gently shook his head while muttering something about azzes and holes. He then looked back at his sweat pants piled around his ankles, raised his head back up, with all the pride or denial he could muster, to look at the tip of his fishing rod, and then return to his jigging. He kept on fishing for what seemed like an eternity before he grudgingly pulled his pants back up.

Who the hell goes fishing with a bunch of 30+ year old juvenile men wearing sweat pants while going commando style. In my opinion that’s just asking for trouble. Eventually the tide was turned and my friend skillfully obtained his revenge but that is another story.

All is fair in practical joking and fishing.
 
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I'll bite.

Few years back one of my buddies got a large blow up banana and stuffed it on my boat. Created a few chuckles around the Lodge To return the favor I stuffed some old bait on the Lodge boat he ran to let it cook for a few days Unfortunately I got the wrong boat so Joke was on me again when the intended target wasn't affected. I'll find a real banana and stick it on his new boat some time when he least expects.

The morning silence being broken with "bastards" was classic. Never heard you got Pat back thats hilarious! I can't remember any really good jokes pulled. Last year we made a rule on the boat one slow day that if you lost any fish you had to put a coffee box on your head for an hour. To top it off it was in the mid 30s. Of course i lost the first fish on the hook set but two others on the crew lost theirs aswell. 3 hours of box head.

Another classic one i know of was a guide who would say he has something stuck in his prop and needed help. If you were on a boat or dock he would ask you to see if there was anything in there. He would trim his engine up, reverse to you and then when you bent over to look he would pin it and spray you with water. This joke didn't last long as apparently he blew his trim doing it shortly after.

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