Chapin's Believe It or Not!
of the highlights of the Outpost area is the fishing.
People come from all over and spend thousands of dollars to fly in
to fishing camps near us. It is the primary industry of the region.
One of my best fishing stories comes from a time we camped north of
Heafur Lake on the Flindt River. But be warned this is a fish story, so
you have to choose what you are going to believe.
had gotten into the campsite early, and after lunch a bunch of people
began to fish. Well, we got a
few walleye, but not as many as we had hoped, and much to our annoyance, a
few of us were getting lures stolen by some mysterious creature from the
icy depths. I had lost a
couple of my best lures, and Kyle
Dawson, the most dedicated
fisherman in the section, had lost at least one as well.
this point one of the guys was using my rod, so I borrowed someone
elseís to take a few casts. I didnít notice that the drag was set to
its maximum looseness. Well, after a few casts I got a bite. I tried reeling in, but since the drag was so loose the fish
on my line just took off swimming in the other direction.
I reeled in as fast as I could, but every few seconds the fish
would surge in the other direction, and the line would buzz out after it.
I was afraid Iíd run out of line.
went on for what seemed like a long time, and pretty soon everyone
gathered around. We could see
that this was no ordinary sized fish.
Eventually it began to tire, and I got it near shore.
It was a monster of a pike. I
knew there was no way I could land it by myself, so I gave Kyle my
Leatherman knife and sent him in after the beast.
Kyle went after it and was able to heave it up on shore, then he
stabbed it between the eyes before it could make an escape. (Kyle is a pretty brutal guy.)
thatís not the end of the story. Looking
down at the monster beastie, I noticed that the lure I was using was not
even in the fishís mouth. Instead,
my lure was caught to fishing line coming out of its mouth.
Looking inside its jaws, we saw the Mepps lure Kyle had lost half
an hour before. My lure had
simply snagged the broken line.
we took out a measuring tape and found out the fish was 39 inches long.
We all got our pictures taken with it, then Ben Pomeroy butchered
it up for dinner.
makes the story even more bizarre is that a couple weeks later on the
Collins River, Kyle and I went fishing together again.
He lost his Mepps again to a pike, which I then caught a few
minutes later with his lure still in its mouth. He just couldnít lose
that Mepps no matter how much he tried.
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