[Chainsaw13]

Ok, here's one of mine. We had a group of friends during the 90's that would do a annual spring fishing trip to the northwest lower peninsula of Michigan in search of Steelhead/Salmon/Trout. Right around the Frankfort area. (To steal Galaga's geography lesson, hold up your left hand, palm facing out, little finger's nail. That's about where we were).

Every year we'd go up with some new method to try. Casting spinners/Rapala's off the piers, spawn sacks, drifting a single egg on a hook down the Platte River. Whatever we did, we never seemed to catch fish. Always heard, "You shouldve been here last week. They were killing em".

This one year we're back on the piers, out of Onekema, just south of Frankfort. There are two piers that extend out into lake Michigan about 100yds to act as a break wall for the channel coming out of the lake by Onekema.

There was six of us in the group. Being pre-cell phone days, on of my buddies brought a pair of voice activated headset walkie-talkies. That way when our group split up on the pier, we could still communicate. Half our group stayed in closer to shore, the other half went towards the far end. We've been out there a couple hours without catching anything. Suddenly, my friend Dave starts chuckling. He's wearing one of the headsets. He then starts to give us the play by play from Bruce who's wearing the other headset at the other end of the pier. Seems our other buddy Carl's back is sore. Bruce asks if he can crack it for him, since he's been going to a chiropractor and it helps him. Carl obliges. That was his mistake.

The three of us turn to look down the pier to see Carl lying face down on the cold concrete pier. Bruce is standing over him, squatted down, hands on Carl's lower back. Then Bruce starts simulating a thrusting back/forth motion. We lost it. Looking around, guys on the other pier had turned around and had this stunned look on their faces. Same with the group of guys in the boat going out the channel. It was classic.

Even as far away as we were, Carl heard us laughing and figured out what was going on. He jumps up as quick as he could, all flustered and embarrassed. That just made it all the more funny.

We never did catch any fish that day.