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I was squirrel hunting on the Paint Rock River last week when I saw a squirrel cutting a hickory nut while sitting on the end of a log sticking out over the river. I slipped silently into place to take the shot and drew a fine bead on the squirrel�s head. As my trigger finger tightened, a huge large mouth bass erupted out of the water and snatched that old squirrel right off the end of that log and disappeared into the river with the squirrel�s tail sticking out of the bass�s mouth. As I stared in amazement and watched the ripples slowly disappear, that same bass surfaced, and set a fresh hickory nut on the end of the log!

That bassturd

A PURE case of Baiting !!!!!!!

Shame you didn't get a pic. Scout's honor?

I can't believe you'd doubt the word of a man from Alabama.

Good one Rick!

But he's always wearng that mask over his head. Can't see his shifty eyes....

Well...at least it doesn't have a pointy top.

Of all the great stories I've heard in my life, that is certainly one of them.

And I know it is a true story because I read it on the internet.

And also great entertainment.

Thanks for the laughs.

Steve

I believe ya Rick, BTW wanna buy some prime land just east of Ochaffee, FL. High & dry I tell ya.

My dad grew up in the Tennessee hills near Dale Hollow lake, in fact his old home place is under water now. The lake is known for its world class smallmouth bass fishing, and for the tall tales told by the local fishermen.

There was a local character who was a well known teller of whoppers. He was also infamous for calling upon his young son, Alton, as a witness anytime his veracity was questioned. In fact his windies usually ended with "Ain't that right Alton." At which point young Alton would dutifully verify whatever fact was in question.

On one occasion our prevaricator was spinning a fishing tale to the assorted loafers whittlin' and spittin' on the porch of J.D. Coleman and Sons General Merchandise. By the time he reached the end of the story the fish had grown to the point that you would think he had indeed succeeded in drawing "out leviathan with an hook". And to forestall any objections to his description of the fish he ended with his usual, "Ain't that right Alton!"

Right on queue Alton drawled out, "Yessir, it wuz a bigun alright. And ah've still got it rat chere in maw pocket."

Another fishing story:

A boy and girl were sitting on the bank of the river fishing. A couple of gents strolled up with their fishing gear, and offered the universal fisherman's greeting, "Ya'll havin' any luck?"

The boy smirked and said, "I caught a few 'bout the size of my peter."

The girl smiled and said, "He's just kiddin' ya'll. He's caught some biguns."