When you hear someone, near you, mention the word fishing, your ears perk and you try and listen in on
the conversation. When people say that they're going fishing, it could mean for recreation or for work. Go into
any multi-line sporting goods store and you'll find shelves full of fishing supplies and clothing. We moved to another
province in canada and one of my wive's friends asked if I were a fisherman.
Yes I fish,
mainly trout and salmon with a rod, however; I've fished for cod with a jigger and I spent a summer as a mate on a tuna
boat. As a young person, we would go out on the wharf catching connors, sculpins,eels and tommy cods. Also, we would catch
smelts, caplin. prickly backs and sardines. When we got a little older, we would fish for sea trout..
Every fisherman has their own fish story and in some cases a story with a little exaggeration. Oldie Newbie is the
place for you to share your fishing story with others.
Contact information at the bottom of page.
Undercover salmon
A nunber of years ago,
we were salmon fishing and we wern't having much success. It was getting near dark so we picked up our gear and walked
up the falls and across the river to the camper. My mother-in law and a few our wives were with us and they had a scoff on.
The mother-in-law knew we hadn't caught any salmon so she said with a grin, "look what I caught.''
It was a salmon.
Now, we knew that she didn't have a fishing license and she didn't
have a fishing rod. WE asked her where and how she caught it. Still grinning, she said, "I was sitting on the rocks,
just above the falls and this salmon jumped and I grabbed it."
Being naive to fishing rules,
she quickly killed the salmon and placed it inside her jacket. Yes, we kept and ate the salmon.
Name and location not given.
The Mountie
We grew up in a little town in newfoundland
called creston. This was back in the fifties and sixties. We would go trouting in a pond called "The Landing Place Pond"
although we thought it was "The Lamb Place Pond."
I recall one summers day, we were
fishing in a little cove and the trout were biting with every cast of the old bamboo. We fished with a bobber and as soon
as you saw the bobber, "go down" you would swing that bamboo back over your head and usually the trout would come
loose and fly back into the marsh. I don't remember the limit but I know we had a lot of trout. Now, our parents had raised
us to be afraid of the mounties.(They were the police force). One of us looked across the pond and there was a mounty car
parked on the side of the road.
We thought he had us, so we picked up our bamboos and our skivers
of trout and ran out the slide path to our homes. It was about a mile across the bogs and I remember crawling underneath the
house, with my bamboo and fish, to hide from the mountie. I don't know how long I stayed there but I know mom called me
for supper so it must have been a few hours. I told mom that the mountie was after me for catching too many trout. She said,
"he wasn't after you, he was checking out a fire that someone had lit and it wasn't permitted because the woods
were too dry."
Steve Wiscombe
The worms and the pick
My brother sam and I were digging
for worms in our grandmother's garden patch. I was around 7 years old and Sam was a couple of years older. This was around
1956. Our older brother Lew said that, after he got of work at the fish plant, he would take us up to where they were catching
a lot of sea trout. Well, we were making sure we had lots of worms. Because Sam was older and stronger, he was the one doing
the digging. I would pick up the worms and put them in a bottle. I was about to pick up a worm when Sam raised the pick and
caught me between the two eyes with the ponted part of the pick. Blood started pouring from the cut but I was mad with Sam
because he didn't wait for me to get the worm. We went to the house and mom patched me up and made me sit still. When
Lew came home I still had a cloth bandage wrapped around my head. We started to get ready to go sea trouting but mom would
not let me go. Was I ever mad..I blamed Sam and let him know in no uncertain terms, how I felt.
They
went after sea trout and I stayed home. This story has a happier ending. Later that evening, my Uncle Sam dropped by and he
was going trouting just a short distance from our home. Mom let me go with him as long as I sat down and watched him fish.
That evening my Uncle Sam caught two of the biggest mud trout that I had ever seen. They were about 18 inches long. That was
50 years ago and I have done a lot of trouting since that evening and caugh some big trout but I have never seen bigger
mud trout.
Henry Hooper
Eel around the neck
We lived near a river
that was a popular place for catching sea trout. There was one family that were known for catching big trout. They were our
neighbors so we asked them their secret.
They told us the best time to catch sea trout was at
night. Also, to let your worm lie on the bottom and wait for a tug.
Me, my brother and a friend
decided to give it a try. We knew that a school of trout were in a little pond that was part of the river system.
Around 10pm, one June night, we took the 5 minute walk to the river. It was a fairly bright so we didn't need
to use a flashlight.
We were excited and couldn't contain our expectations. Teenagers are
like that,
We had been fishing for about an hour and had a few bites but no fish. They were taking
the worms and we had to bait the hook every few minutes/
I was back behind my friend and putting
on a fresh worm. My friend yelled out.."I got one."
I jumped to my feet and the next
instant something slimy went around my neck. It wasn't a sea trout. It was a large saltwater eel and it had wrapped around
my neck.
It was scary, it was frightening and it re-enforced my fear of eels.
