FISH STORIES
| Got any good fish stories? Send us an e-mail (or by snail mail if you can afford a stamp).and if we like it, we will put it here. Heck, we might even put it here even if we don't like it. But it's got to be TRUE.
If it's a made up story it will wind up in the trash.
| I'll start it off with one of my own.
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| I was fishing the Catch & Release section of the Swift River on the Ware/Belchertown line in Massachusetts at a spot known as the Y pool. Year's ago, 18 miles of the river disappeared when the Winsor Dam was built and formed the Quabbin Reservior. The river 're-starts' below the dam where water from the 70 foot level comes out of a 'bubbler' after passing through the power station at the west end of the half mile long dam. It flows a few hundred yards to the main river. At the other end of the dam is a spillway dike. When the reservoir exceeds 100 percent of capacity the water goes over the spillway, through a cut in solid rock, under a roadway and falls into a channel leading to the main river. The two watercourses form a Y and a deep hole has been scoured in the river bottom where the two currents merge. The hole always holds good fish and is one of the most popular spots on the river I was standing near the edge of the hole, casting up and across so my small dry fly would drift over the hole. I had just made a cast when I noticed some ripples passing my legs from in back. I thought it might be another angler entering the water but there was no one there. The ring of ripples indicated the source had been no more than four feet directly behind me, yet I had not heard a fish rise. If it had been a fish bulging, it had to be a really big one. By that time my fly had drifted past the hole and I made another cast up and across. Just seconds after the fly hit the water, the mystery of the ripples was solved. A big fat beaver surfaced, heading for the far shore. Directly across his line of travel was my line. He hit the line and the line began to staighten, bent at an increasing angle with the leader and fly sliding closer and closer to the critter. When the rod began to bend, I knew he was hooked. He never felt the hook which was apparently caught in the dense underfur. The beaver continued swimming toward the far bank. The following thoughts race through my mind:
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Do the catch and release regulations apply to beavers? The beaver began to slow down and when he was about 4 feet from shore he was paddling furiously and not going anywhere. Then he decided he had to do his beaver thing. It sounded like a rifle shot as he slapped his tail and did a crash dive. That solved his problem and mine too. The hook apparently pulled loose and I ducked as the line came back at me. Now when the fish stories start and someone brags about the size of the fish they caught, I top them with:
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"I caught a thirty pounder in the Y pool !"
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| I am a member of a club called The New England Fly Tyers and handle the public relations for the group. Our local Sunday newspaper carries a listing of our club with my phone number. I got a call from a woman we'll call Jan who does a show at a Public Access TV station in a nearby town. She said she would like to do a show about fly tying and fly fishing in general and our club in particular. She asked if I could find four members to come down to the studio on a specific evening and do a one hour show. So it was that on a rainy Tuesday evening four of us arrived at the studio. | ![]() | >> Left to right is Dean; Art, our president; Jan, the host of the show; Bob, the club secretary and me.
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| Jan's charming manner and easy style quickly dispelled any nervousness we had. The show moved quickly as we answered the host's questions. Toward the end of the show, she asked each of us to tell of the biggest fish we had caught. Dean, a saltwater angler, had caught a 120 pound Tarpon. Bob told of a two hour battle with a 60 pound king salmon he hooked in Alaska. Yes, he landed it and has pictures to prove it. Art's biggest was an 18 inch trout which matches my biggest fish. Now it's my turn, so I say, (you guessed it) >>>>> "I CAUGHT A 30 POUNDER IN THE Y POOL!" |
![]() Dean and Art know darn well there are no 30 pound fish in the Swift River, and this was their reaction. |
![]() | So after I admit it was not a fish, but a BEAVER ..... > > |
Dean cracks up.
| Jan cracks up. |
![]() We all crack up! |
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