Independent Marine
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One of the best perks of my job is being able to talk and share fishing stories with customers. Who hasn't launched a boat with the plug out and realized sooner than later that it would be a good time to return to the dock?
. I thought I would share on of my personal 'bad-decision-funny- ending stories. Feel free to share one of your own.
Many decades ago, I was fishing in the Alberni Derby with my wife. We were trolling down the middle from Lone Tree towards Port. Cold morning, early on, jeans, Mustang bomber coat, 2 rods out a coffee in hand when a rod goes. This was in my dad's old Double Eagle with sleeper seats etc. so space was a premium. At the time, I recall one rod was a shorter Abu Garcia with my dad's 6" Peetz. This on went off, I grabbed it and started playing the fish. Everything went way too smoothly as the other line came in, downriggers were cleared and we were on a perfect tack down the middle away (somewhat) from the others.
To this day, I have no idea what happened but on one run, the rod just flew out my hands over the transom and into the chuck. In a moment of pure insanity, all I saw was my dad's face when I told him I lost his reel. Who wouldn't jump in after it?
Later (much later) my wife said that I literally looked like a duck trying to go under
. The fish was pulling the rod just beyond my reach as it swam away and down. Meanwhile, the Mustang bomber kept me from getting below the surface.
Not a happy ending, rod and reel was lost and we wisely cut the morning fishing short. The best part was after I got dried out and changed, we went to return and clean the boat at my dad's. We chatted for a bit, I was trying to figure out how to share the story when he asked me if I heard about the guy in the derby that was seen jumping into the canal.
. I thought I would share on of my personal 'bad-decision-funny- ending stories. Feel free to share one of your own.Many decades ago, I was fishing in the Alberni Derby with my wife. We were trolling down the middle from Lone Tree towards Port. Cold morning, early on, jeans, Mustang bomber coat, 2 rods out a coffee in hand when a rod goes. This was in my dad's old Double Eagle with sleeper seats etc. so space was a premium. At the time, I recall one rod was a shorter Abu Garcia with my dad's 6" Peetz. This on went off, I grabbed it and started playing the fish. Everything went way too smoothly as the other line came in, downriggers were cleared and we were on a perfect tack down the middle away (somewhat) from the others.
To this day, I have no idea what happened but on one run, the rod just flew out my hands over the transom and into the chuck. In a moment of pure insanity, all I saw was my dad's face when I told him I lost his reel. Who wouldn't jump in after it?
Later (much later) my wife said that I literally looked like a duck trying to go under
. The fish was pulling the rod just beyond my reach as it swam away and down. Meanwhile, the Mustang bomber kept me from getting below the surface.Not a happy ending, rod and reel was lost and we wisely cut the morning fishing short. The best part was after I got dried out and changed, we went to return and clean the boat at my dad's. We chatted for a bit, I was trying to figure out how to share the story when he asked me if I heard about the guy in the derby that was seen jumping into the canal.
