Originally Posted By: jonofrey
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Now I know most of you have old fish pictures out there somewhere and I know most of you have digital cameras. That means you can take a picture of that picture and post a fish story here. I know you guys in Canada go some fish up there. C’mon now!
Okay, I'll show you how it's done. Here's another fish story and a picture of a picture.
I went out with the boys the night before and I swear I was only going to have a couple of beers. Two beers turned into four and four turned into eight and ........
You should never go out out drinking the night before an offshore fishing trip unless you are a masochist. I have no choice, I love to fish, I love to drink. I can't choose. Why can't I do both? Hey, it's a no-brainer, the absolute best of both worlds. I can have my cake and eat it too. Also, why go to sleep when you've stayed awake this long already? Heh, I know, I'll just stay up all night and go fishing when the sun comes up.
Suddenly, we are out in the gulf of Mexico and quickly catch our limit of kingfish. I'm not feeling too good already. We decide to tie off to an oil rig and fish for snapper. Bad move for me. Since we're tied off the boat is rocking like crazy. Water is slapping off of the barnacle encrusted legs of the rig and splashing onto us pretty good. On top of that there is a diesel generator spewing exhaust down on us. I glance up at the rig platform and see a roughneck looking down on us from about 60 feet up as if to say, "Idiots".
I can't take it no more, "cut us loose" I yell. We start drifting away from the titan rig as my stomach begins to churn like an old Maytag. I must be on an episode of fear factor. I don't want to puke. I'm holding back with all of my might but it's no good. The release is like flipping the valve on a four inch fire hose. Luckily I'm leaning over the boat and into the gulf. The vomitous stream blasts its way into the jet blue waters of the gulf much to my relief. My friends are too busy laughing at me to notice the clickers on their reels begining to click off. Slow at first then suddenly too fast to decern as a click anymore. Holy smokes! All Four lines are blazing and we're all hooked up on fish.
Nothing like Budweiser and maybe a little spagetti, and maybe some cheescake and maybe some eggs, oops, my cake and God knows what else to bring the beasts to the bait. Here's the one I caught on puker Saturday. Hope you like him, I guess it's about a fifty pound Kingfish.
Don't mind the stuff on my chin.
http://www.nachi.org/bbsystem/usrimages/f#&k.JPG
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