My dad tells a similar story. During a trout fishing trip in Kennedy Meadows my dad and 3 friends witnissed a grown man and a teenage boy bathing in the river naked at 6am in January. He said that they spooked like deer when someone stepped on a twig loud enough for them to hear itOriginally Posted by fishincouple
A family of 4 in the trees/creek of Mojave Narrows....naked as all hell, washing in the creek.
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Another one... was fishing up Piru Creek above Frenchman's... before the catch and release section was established. Minding my own business when a very large and unattractive female jumps into the creek right in front of me and right where I was fishing. She comes up and loses her top. grosssssss. that was cow level stuff. I moved and tried not to lose my lunch. scared the crap out of the poor trout; surprised they didn't all start floating belly up.
Years ago, my wife and I were fishing from the bank at San Luis Reservoir and the fishing was pretty slow. With nobody around, we decided to take a break and get it on in some tall grass next to a path that wound along the shoreline. So, there we were, naked as jay birds and going at it when we started hearing voices nearby. In stunned, naked silence, we just stared up from our spot to watch a group of Boy Scouts hike by, not more than 10 feet from us. The grass was high, but not that high, so we were in clear view. The funny thing was that as we watched them walk by, not one of them impolitely stared at us...it was almost as if they never noticed, but impossible for them not to. We still laugh about that today, 30 years later, and even think about going back and doing it again. At this point though, we'd scare the hell out of anyone that saw us!
found a crack pipe by one of the creeks near mt baldy. I had a old homeless guy try to fight me because he thought my spro BBZ was a live trout.
i think its strange when i dont find a crack pipe at near by streams
I also have another story, when i was like 12 my grandpa took me to the serrias for the first time and the first day up there we fished the lower owens and there were a bunch of drunk kids up there partying. While we were fishing i head a girl say something to the effect of "hey i should flash that kid" and she kept telling her friends that over and over and my grandpa told me not to turn around but i finally did and she flashed me and my grandpa.....somehow my grandma never found out about that story...also had a lot of drunk of girls flash everyone at lake havasu and lake mohave
Hypo needles, condom boxes. Wear thick soled shoes and long pants.
Coming up the line into Newport Harbor one afternoon we passed a big yacht involved on a porn shoot. Everyone thought the boat ran over a school of something when we started circling, then realized what was going on. Everyone in the wheelhouse had binoculars on the event.
...not strange but sad and funny scenarios
1. fishing on the cattleboats elbow to elbow..., guy bumps into his buddy's arm = there goes $$ rod combo to the sea gods...."bastard, u owe me big time!!!!!" ; seen it also done by the solo fisherman with same result.....
2. pier fisherman pissing away in the wind..... (hey wen u gotta go and theres no portapotty ) or like venice pier 4 bathrooms for 500 people on a sunday
3. took a buddy fishing for his 1st time.. he pratices underhand casts off pier with bail open dropper loop set up but line twisted around tip . so upon cast weight swings back upward nails his hand " MOTHER F***" drops my setup as he yells yet managed to hook his shirt same time...... so rod combo goes over but luckily bail open.... so i tell the fool hand wind 100yrds up until my rod comes outta the water.... at that point was laughing my arse off so much i cud care less if i got my rod back or not..
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My own reflection.
And then there was that evening my brother and I were fishing the Okanogan and we waded out to an island in the middle of the river. It was July so the water had been dropping for a bit and the shoreline of the island was soft and muddy. Nigh about dusk when we headed home and as we were crossing the mud my brother tripped over something in the muck. It appeared to be a square chunk of marble.
Curious, we decided to dig a bit. When the other two edges failed to turn up straight away we endeavored to excavate more until we could determine what lay buried there.
We had found a tombstone. One side bore faint traces of engraving, but we could make out no name or date. We tried to carry it with us, but that wan’t going to happen, so we left it.
Next night we went back and the tombstone was gone. We could make out no tracks other than those we had left the night before.
The shortest rout from either bank to that island would have been a fifteen yard wade in waits-deep water. On the East side was cow pasture. On the West, a tangle of trees and blackberry bushes. How that stone got out of there I have no idea. It was about 33” x 48” and 5” or 6” thick. How much would that weigh?
Anyhow, it’s stuff like that that makes me wish Bigfoot would just go ahead and show herself to me.
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