The Fish Tale

I think we all all have a fish tale about the largest fish we’ve ever caught. We all probably tend to stretch the size a little. Here’s my fish tale.

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The Fish Tale

 

When I was 24 years old, I won a contest for free vacation to a resort area at a lake in the backwoods of southern Canada south of Calgary. All I had to do was get there, enjoy the week, and then get myself back home. I flew up to Calgary and rented a car. When I got to the site. There was a sign there that said …”welcome Bill, your tent is set up down by the lake, we’ve provided you with the latest double air mattress, and sleeping bag. There’s a weeks worth of food, water, and the latest camping equipment inside the tent……” I thought what the hell, I came all this way, I guess I’ll enjoy the great outdoors by myself for a week. The area was beautiful and I had brought my fishing equipment. I cooked up hotdogs for supper and then hit the sack. The bed was quite comfortable and I slept very soundly. The next morning I got up and cooked bacon and eggs on the Coleman stove. I went down to the lake and there was a row boat tied up there, so I got my fishing gear and rowed out to a good looking fishing spot and dropped the anchor. I put a large Lazy Ike Fishing lure on my line with a wire leader and started casting towards an underwater stump. After a while, I felt a jolt on my line and I had hooked a very large Northern Pike. I fought the fish for about thirty minutes and finally got him close enough to the boat to net. I was about as happy as fly on a dog turd. I paddled back to the dock and started cleaning the fish which was 36 inches long and as big around as volley ball. I scaled him and started gutting him. When I cut into the fishes stomach, something fell out that looked like a human finger. I picked it up and rinsed it off and sure enough it was a human finger with the nail still attached. Well this scared the crap out of me, so I left the finger on the dock near the fishes guts so I wouldn’t mess up the crime scene. I remembered passing through a small town not too far away, so I got in the rental car and drove to the local sheriffs office. He grabbed his hat and followed me back to the camp. I showed him the fish and the finger on the dock and he put them both in plastic bags. He asked me what area I was fishing in and I told him and we decided to walk around the lake on foot to the area I caught the fish. We were searching the area and I saw a human leg with blue jeans and a tennis shoe on it that was sticking up out of the ground. I walked over to it and grabbed the leg and started pulling on it. I heard in a loud angry voice…”stop pulling my leg…” So I did, and I guess I’ll stop “pulling your leg” with this fictitious Fish Tale. Did I have you going with this one?

 

Large Northern Pike belching from his earlier finger meal!

A strange thing to find in the belly of a Northern Pike.

If you see a leg sticking out of the ground, don’t pull on it, Just call the sheriff.

Thanks for reading The Fish Tale,
Hawg Jaw Bill