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Subject: BS: A good fish story From: Alice Date: 24 Jun 06 - 10:59 AM Summer vacation time and many will be out fishing for pleasure. Here is a good fish story from the blue ribbon trout streams of Montana, an article in my morning local paper. ------------- Fly fisherman catches record trout in Madison River By TED SULLIVAN, Chronicle Staff Writer Bob Jacklin saw his fluorescent orange strike indicator twitch, reared back and knew he was into a lunker. The fish was heavy, tightening his fly line and bowing his rod. When it rolled on the surface, he couldn't believe his eyes. "His head looked like an alligator," Jacklin said Friday. Jacklin landed the 30-inch, 10-pound brown trout in the Madison River near Cabin Creek last week. And it's likely a Madison River record. Jacklin, 61, of West Yellowstone, had been fishing for about an hour in a riffle, standing in about two feet of water. He was nymphing, casting upstream and allowing his line to drift back toward him. After losing three different rigs to snags, he remained persistent. He knew a fish had to be in the hole. But he caught nothing. At that point he tied on a dropper, a No. 14 Jacklin's green rock worm, below a No. 10 March brown nymph. The rig was on 4-pound tippet. And it worked. The trout initially swam upstream, pulling line. When it turned back toward him, Jacklin reeled him in tight. The fish swam back out into the current. Jacklin was ready for a chase downstream. But the trout turned around. It swam back toward Jacklin, circled him nearly two times and stayed still for a second. The fish never jumped. It never tried to cough up the fly. Jacklin grabbed his net and captured half of the fish. Since only its head and half of its body fit inside the net, Jacklin lifted the rest with his right hand. "At that point, I had him," he said. Like any fisherman with a great catch, Jacklin held the lunker for pictures. He gave it the death squeeze, sticking his fingers in its gills. He plans on mounting the fish and hanging it in his West Yellowstone-based store, Jacklin's Fly Shop. The fish probably came from Quake Lake. It was at least 5 years old. When Jacklin hooked the fish, he happened to be filming a fly-casting video. Two cameramen from Colorado captured the entire episode on video. The company filming him, F/T Video Productions, plans on broadcasting the catch on two television shows, "Angling Adventures" and "Mountain States Fishing." Jacklin has been tying flies, fly fishing and guiding for about 40 years. He has been inducted into the Fly Fishing Hall of Fame in New York, known as one of the sport's best. He's also a charter member of the Federation of Fly Fishers. Despite his expertise, Jacklin said "the whole thing is contributed to complete luck." The largest brown trout ever caught in Montana was 29 pounds, according to Montana Fish Wildlife & Parks. E.H. Bacon caught the fish in Wade Lake south of Ennis in 1966. The state has no record for the largest trout caught in the Madison River. "This is once in a lifetime," Jacklin said. "I've been looking for a 10-pound brown for 30 years." |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: GUEST,van lingle Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:22 AM Thanks for the story, Alice. I just got back from Bozeman last week and fished some of the area waters around Yellowstone (didn't catch any 10 pounders but did get spooled by a big rainbow on Henry's Fork) including the Madison. Bob Jacklin has always been very generous with information on local rivers whenever I've seen him in the shop and offers free flyfishing lessons to all on Sundays in West Yellowstone.vl |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Alice Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:36 AM Hey, vl, only a rare few mudcatters have been to Montana. good to see you here. |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Stilly River Sage Date: 24 Jun 06 - 03:40 PM I've passed through it a time or two. Have you read any of John McPhee's fishing stories? They're pretty darned entertaining. SRS |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Bobert Date: 24 Jun 06 - 05:29 PM Shoot, that ain't nuthin'... Lemma get a few beers in me an' I'll tell ya 'bout the MudTom I once caught... Maybe later... It's long... |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Bobert Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:33 PM Now, this goes back 'round 25 'er so years but there was a lake outside Springfield, Va. that I used to fish as a kid and well, I had always had good luck at this one spot an' have been braggin' on it to my couzin Rufus fir years... One Saturday night when we was both 'bout half sober, okay my be not half sober, up behind the Sweet Springs Store on Rt. 9, I was tellin' folks about this lake an', well, you know how things get with lass than hald sober fellers drinkin' behind a general styore on a Saturday night... Yeah, next thing ya know we had some kinda wildass bet goin' and plans to go fishin' at the lake the next mornin'... So, 'bout 5:00 Sunday mornin', Rufus pulled up in his wife, Retha May's, ol' Pinto station wagon with his gear, coolers, comic books, etc and I packed my gear, coller and comic books in with his and we were off for a day of looafin', drenkin', liein' 'n fishin'... Man, if it gets better than that just stop me now, 'er shoot me, 'r both... Now let me tell ya 'bout where we were goin' that day... Lake Akitinque, believe it or not is only 'bout 20 miles south of Washington, D.C. but, hey, it a big danged lake and has forest and plowed fields 'round it so you think yer like some place in Montana 'n it has a small boat and tackle shop where you can rent rowboats with 'r without motors and a sandy beach next to the boat house where kids play in the watre and make castles, catch craw fish and aggivate their moms by holdin' thier breeath and stayin' under the water too long... So we show up at the boat house 'bout 7:40 'er 7:50, I don't know... Might have been as late as 7:45 'cause the display on Retha May's old casette palyer din't work so, hey I'm guessin' here... While I go into the boat house to rent the boat, Rufus got out all our gear, collers and comic books so we'd be ready fir a full day of fishin'... Well, less than a half hour later I was right at that fishin' hole that I remembered as a kid... Yeah, a few things had changed but it wa sho nuff "the hole"... 'Bout the time I shut off the 5 horsepower Evinrude, Rufus reached for one of them styrofoam cups filled with worms that he'd dug the night before... "Hey, Rufe", I said, "I weren't liein' to ya, buddy... Now you just watch what Cousin Bobert does..." Well, folks, ya' know them yellow twisty ties that ya' get with a laof of Wonder bread... I think they are Tuesday twisty ties but, hey, it's been 25 'er 30, so it might be Wednesday's bread... One thing fir sure it ain't Friday's 'cause they are blue... So I reached in my lunch pail and had me a couple yellow Wonder Bread twisty ties and twisted one 'round a #10 hook and precced to cast that yeller twsisty tie out on the #10 hook using 12 pound catgut line an'.... Bang!!! Before that twisty tie on that #10 hook even hit the water a 4 pound samll mouth jumped outta the water n' swallered it half way down to his tail... Okay, mayube not half way but lets just settle on a quarter way fir now... Rufus looks at me with his jaw restin' on the floor of the rental boat... Now, Rufus ain't one fir silence... No, sir 'er mame, he ain't... Might of fact the boy has an opinion, unlike yers truely, on every subject there is... But he couldn't bring himself to say anything... Especially since we had a 6 pack of Iron City ridin' on the bet we'd made the night before... So I cast the teisty tie and the #10 yeat again and... You guessed it... Bang... This time it was a 4 1/2 pound small mouth... Well, 'bout now poor ol' Rufus had given up winnin' the Iron City and just wanted to catch some fish so I opened up my lunch pail and retrieved the other yeller twisty tie off my seconf cream cheesa and dill pickle sammich and I passed it over to him but warned him that he might wanta use a stronger test line 'cuase when things get jumping the fish get bigger and bigger... So he cast out a few times an' brought in several nice samllmouth and a couple large mouths to go with 'um whil I catchin' 'um 'bout as fast as I could take the last on off the hook and cast out again... This went on fir 'bout an hour and we'd done filled both stringers with bass and was now just throwin' in the bottom of the boat, which neither of us noticed was gettin' gettin' lower and lower in the water until a little water come over the side into the boat... So I say to Rufus, "Hey, we gonna have to throw an couple of these back and head back 'cause I think we got us a Pinto staion Wagon full now..." and so we throwed 'bout 40 or 60 fish back which left us two stringers and a baot filled half way up the sides with yummy bass... Now, I just don't now what got into Rufus that day but he had to catch the last fish... Maybe it was loosin' the bet and the 6 pack of Iron City beer... Fir the life o' me, I don't have a clue but he cast that yeller twisty tie on that #10 hook out just one more time and... Bang!!! A picture perfect 7 pound large mouth grabbed it anf jumped out of the ater with it in its mouth when... BANG!!! A monster Mud Tom come outta that water like a rocket and swallered that 7 pound picture perfect bass half way to his tail... Okay, maybe not half way but far nuff to make the rest of the story interestin'... From the looks of that Tom he musta been, oh, 'round 8 'er 14 feet long and prolly 'bout 6 or 9 hunner pounds of meaness and he took off with that 7 pound piccure perfect latrge mouth and poor ol' Rufus in the back end, stern to folks like Kendall, of the boat holdin' on fir dear life and hold on he did that day... Now fir a 150 toothless hillbilly I'z here to say that Rufus had a "death grip" on that rod as the boat was being pulled faster and faster, stern first, back toward the boat house... At one point, we was movin' so fast that the keel of the boat was actin' like dam and sendin' up a water spout so high that I'm sure that everyone within 20 miles got theitr grass watered fir free that day... I swear they did... So her we were skippin' accross Lake Akitinque in a rental boat stern first, with two stringers of bass, half a boat of more bass, our coolers, some now very soggy comic books, a half eaten cream cheeze and pickle sammich and I can now see that all the moms at the beach are sceamin' at their kids to get out of the water and run for it... What happened next is something that I'll never unnersthand if I live to be 60 'er '64 but that ol' mudTom comea shore 'bout 60 'er more miles per hour with me, Rufe, the bass, the rental boat in tow, wnet up the beach, crossed the boathouse road and plowed himself some 213 feet into the corn field acrross the boat house road meanin' that accordin' to the Wes Ginny Slide Rule we was 'bout 190 'er so feet back to Retha May's Pinto station wagon which was parked back at the boat house... Well, took 'bout 14 'er 16 trips back to load up all them fish and gear and comic books in the Pinto all the while that ol' mudTom was snortin' and acrryin' on back in that corn field... Might of fact, as we were leaving with the ol' Pinto's rear draggin the ground you could still hear Mr. Meaness hisself snortin' and carryin' on back in that corn field... But there's always a moral in a story and I'm still to this very day trying to figurate what that moral is but until then fir anyone doubti' this story, I did have the wisdom, before leavin' to take a piccure of that Mr. Mean 'ol Tom and will be more than happy to mail any doubters a copy of the picure for the cost of shippin' which ain't all that cheap... Ya see, that tom as so big that... ...even the piccures of him weigh in at 'bout 5 pounds... No brag, jus' fact... Bobert |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Azizi Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:48 PM "No brag, jus' fact" Bobert, do you really have a couzin named Rufus who has a wife named Retha May? Right on! [in both senses of that word] |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Bobert Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:52 PM Well, of course I do an' I miss them both terribly since I moved... They live back in Wes Ginny way back at the nd of Misiion Holler in half-a-double-wide... The other half now belongs to Lee Trout who won it in a bet over a high school football game... ...and I loves 'um both... Sniff... Bobert |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Azizi Date: 24 Jun 06 - 08:55 PM Bobert, I sense another story 'embedded' in that comment. I'm looking forward to reading it. |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Big Al Whittle Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:02 PM Are sea fishing stories allowed? |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Alice Date: 24 Jun 06 - 11:04 PM Tell on... |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: van lingle Date: 25 Jun 06 - 07:54 AM I know all fishermen lie but this is a true one. I was wade fishing early one morning at the Sanibel Causeway about 10-12 years ago and I hooked a pretty good sized snook who must have gone 15 pounds (well maybe 12). After a splashy fight and a couple of good runs I was bringing it to hand to get my fly back and let him go and the whole while I was mugging for and talking into the camcorder that my wife, at the time, was pointing at me. I was speaking with a phony Austrailian accent like I was some sort of rugged, outdoor TV host, "This heah snookah is about plied out". When I grabbed his lower jaw and started to lift him he shook his head ferociously and made one more run. Right between my legs. My 9' rod bent to a sickening 180 degrees in the direction of the running fish so I reflexivly swung one leg over the line, spun around and fell flat on my ass in about 2' of water. I lifted my rod as high as I could,cleared the line and eventually subdued the snook but not before the whole debacle was captured on an oft-played video. Thankfully, I'm still a baritone.vl PS another good source of fish stories is Ian Frasier. He has a compilation of his essays out called The Fishs' Eye and John Gierach is always entertaining. |
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Subject: RE: BS: A good fish story From: Rapparee Date: 25 Jun 06 - 02:21 PM My youngest brother called last night. Seems that he and his son were fishing in a (rented) boat at a Missouri State Park -- a former gravel pit, really -- when the kid caught a 65 pound paddlefish (also called a spoonbill). On 10 pound test line, no less. Now, in case you think that this is a fish story, not only are there pictures BUT the catch has been verified by the park biologist and TWO Missouri Conservation Officers. And then he followed up that catch by reeling in two five-pound largemouth bass. Dad, it should be noted, caught two bluegill.... |
