I've noticed that quite a few forum members are also avid fishermen so I thought it might be fun to combine the two with some tall tales.
The only rule is the tall tale must include pipe smoking in some way.
Last summer I was fishing with my friend Bob, we were lazily casting with ultralight tackle. Bob pulled out his corn cob pipe and struck a match. No sooner had he blown it out after the char light when he hooked a fish...a BIG fish. The drag on the reel was screaming and just before he got spooled he managed to stop the fish. The battle was on. Bob would reel in most of the line and the behemoth would make another run that nearly spooled him. At one point the fish jumped and we could see it was a huge muskie. The rod doubled over, drag set just right and me steering the boat, Bob fought the fish till his fingers bled. Back and forth the battle between man and fish raged on with the 4 lb. ultralight line at the edge of breaking. Finally, after an almost 3 hour fight, Bob landed the 62 inch muskie. After releasing the fish and cursing that neither of us had brought a camera that day we noticed that the pipe was still lit. Bob bandaged his hand and enjoyed that last quarter of the fine blend.
The only rule is the tall tale must include pipe smoking in some way.
Last summer I was fishing with my friend Bob, we were lazily casting with ultralight tackle. Bob pulled out his corn cob pipe and struck a match. No sooner had he blown it out after the char light when he hooked a fish...a BIG fish. The drag on the reel was screaming and just before he got spooled he managed to stop the fish. The battle was on. Bob would reel in most of the line and the behemoth would make another run that nearly spooled him. At one point the fish jumped and we could see it was a huge muskie. The rod doubled over, drag set just right and me steering the boat, Bob fought the fish till his fingers bled. Back and forth the battle between man and fish raged on with the 4 lb. ultralight line at the edge of breaking. Finally, after an almost 3 hour fight, Bob landed the 62 inch muskie. After releasing the fish and cursing that neither of us had brought a camera that day we noticed that the pipe was still lit. Bob bandaged his hand and enjoyed that last quarter of the fine blend.