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Kingtrukr is proud to be a part of the Anglers’ Legacy.
Who got me involved in fishing:
My grandfather started me off chasing sunfish at age two. By age 6 he had already got me past the Zebco 202 stage and he had me throwing my own Mitchell 300 that he got me for Christmas. It was around this time that he started taking me on real fishing trips. I owe about everything I have in life to my grandfather and I got to return a small portion of all of the favors that he did for me when he was in his 80's and diagnosed with cancer. We took one last fishing trip out to the Lake Erie breakwall where he took me as a child. We had come full circle. This time it was me helping him tie on his hooks. It's funny how a single memory can be both the best and worst memory of your life.
Favorite Fishing Story:
Wow, I can't believe that I'm really going to go here. I hope no PETA members get their hands on this one. I took a trip to Canada with three good friends. We spent two weeks at a small fishing camp on Manitoulin Island. There were four or five other cabins in this camp and all of them were occupied. About midway through our stay we were starting to get burnt out from the strain of getting up at 5am and spending 16 or so hours out on the water every day. We shut down early on this particular day and we made our way back to camp. It was about noon when the half gallon bottle of every adults favorite beverage, initals J D, made it's appearance. By about 12:15 half of the bottle was gone and we were joined by a large flock of gulls. The gulls approached us and started to beg food. Tony, our camp cook, stumbled back into the cabin and returned with a loaf of bread. We decided that it would be rude to only offer dry bread to our winged Canadian guests so we began soaking the bread with the remainder of our beverage of choice. Now I'm not sure that it's even possible for seagulls to get drunk but this flock of birds began acting real funny real quick. In our condition we were primed and ready for some humor and when the gulls began stumbling and falling down and fighting and crashing into things in flight we just couldn't handle it. Right as the other guests of the camp were returning from the morning fishing for lunch we were litterally rolling on the ground in absolute hysterics right in front of the boat dock. It took us a solid hour to compose ourselves and for the rest of our stay we were refered to with distain as "those idiots from Ohio."
Best Fishing Joke:
I got a new rod and reel for my wife... best trade I ever made.
I had a nice 25 pound class muskie take my last little white roostertail today. The wake it made while following my spinner looked like something out of Jaws. It hit and ran toward me and when I caught up to it my line was cut. I got to feel weight for a split second then it was gone. Not bad for the muddy little creek beside my house.