The Official "Fishing Stories" Thread.

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Ok, we had this a "This ain't no s.hit story" so now, "Once upon a time."

Vacationing on Long Lake in Michigan.. by Alpena. (Michiganders learn geography with their hand. Hold up your left hand palm away from you. Index finger, first knuckle from the top. That's were Alpena is) My 8 yo son is fishing worms from the pontoon boat tied up to the dock..

"Dad, I caught a clam".

Well you want to catch fish, not clams. Keep your worm off the bottom of the lake and you won't catch clams. Throw it back

I didn't have it on the bottom, the clam swum up and ate my worm.

OK buddy, ya right. Time to go to breakfast, lets boat to the lodge across the lake (about 2 mile away)

So we get the family on the boat and go pick up our friends in the middle of the lake at their cabin. We are waiting for them to get ready so my son is fishing in a row boat tied up at our friends dock. When it is time to go, he leaves his pole leaning against the gunnel and the baited hook in the water.

The lodge across the lake has been there since 1890 or some BS. $5 for breakfast of whatever they were serving that day. Juice, eggs, some meat, and flapjacks. All served picnic table style and a great deal.

We come back to my friends cabin in the middle of the lake and there I see my son's pole sitting in the boat, hook in the water. Matt, you should have left the pole in the boat, it could have fallen into the water. I go down the dock to retrieve the pole and there it was, still on the gunnel, hook in the water. At the end of the line was a clam, about 1 and a half feet from the bottom. It had somehow hooked itself.....

By the way, since hanging around with so many michganders (why is there a d in that word) I tell them I am from San Diego, California and so they will feel at home, I hold up my left arm and point to my arm pit.......