Ever-Fishy Story

[Curtis Fry]

Thought I'd throw something new out there...

This thread will be one of those "choose your own adventure" style fishing stories. Each post on the thread should continue the story, keeping it clean, fishing related and fun. Here's the start (I know it's lame, but I'm sure you'll find ways to make up for it). Just post and add to it.

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The sun rose over the hill and shone down onto the river as the canyon awoke that morning. A goofy looking guy steps from the brush, fly rod in hand, strips line from the reel and begins to cast to a rising trout. What he didn't see was the rabid river otter swimming upstream towards him hell-bent on finding an easy fish snack. Before he realized it...

[PowerBaitHeppy]

...the otter attacked him from the side! The otter quickly took a large bite out of the anglers head, which caused the angler to drop his fly rod and then fall face first in the river. Things went cloudy quickly, and a black haze took over the anglers eyes. He felt nothing, but cold. Like a pack of Velociraptors, numerous other otters instantly shot out form their ambush points on the bank, and began eating the angler alive.

In a matter of minutes, there was nothing left of the angler except for his fly rod which had drifted into a root wad on the bank. The olive woolly bugger was still skimming the surface of the water in the riffle below the twisted ball of roots...

[SnakesOnAPlane]

"when the evil mad scientist appeared from around the corner. He knew his plan was too perfect: plant those river otters on the Middle Provo, only to mix them with a deadly ROUS virus, just in case their salacious appetite for trout and chub was to subside.

This was just the beginning to his plots of revenge for all those SL Valley fishermen who cut him off in the morning and would trample the redds, drop Skoal cans in the eddies and piss him off in general. He was about to call the otters off as..."

[royalwulff]

a very well concealed camouflaged coyote hunter stood up from the few trees right along the bank. The shotgun went off twice and both bloody otter bodies floated to the top. The hunter immediately got his camera phone out to take pictures to post on UOTF, but....

[PowerBaitHeppy]

...noticed that the wooly bugger, that was still skimming the surface of the riffle below the root-wad where the dead anglers fly rod lay, went under. The 'yote hunter dropped his 10 gauge over/under and went running for the fly rod! Flailing into the water, he grabbed the rod, and set the hook. The hook burried deep into something swimming below the surface of the water. It wasn't a fish. It was a...

[cheech]

nevermind....

[PowerBaitHeppy]

Yes. A Nevermind! A huge Nevermind! Quite possibly the largest Nevermind ever taken by hook and line!

The gigantic Nevermind quickly made a run downstream. The hunter struggled to his feet, but lacked the typical felt soles worn by most fly anglers. He slipped on the mossy rocks of the stream bed and went down again. The drag was screaming and the fish was still heading downstream like a boulder rolling down a hill. After slipping yet again, the hunter made it to the dry shoreline, scrambled around the fallen tangle of trees, and began the chase for the elusive Nevermind.

[cheech]

It was then and only then that he realized that he had hooked possibly the largest album ever made. Nirvana had always been his favorite band, but now he was facing their most popular album. The problem was that it was a CD that was 25" in diameter....

[Wyoming2utah]

Meanwhile, the evil mad scientist frantically began searching for the discarded 10-guage much like a mother searching for a lost baby....

[Wyoming2utah]

And, upon finding the 10-guage shotgun, the evil mad scientist took aim upon the giant Nevermind--or Nirvana CD--and blasted that damned hair metal destroying album off this butt-rocking planet! So, the former-coyote- hunting-suddenly-turned-Nevermind-fisher....

[mtbbrian]

But then suddenly Courtney Love came out of no where and demanded all of the rights to the Nevermind.
She screamed and yelled, but the Nevermind would have nothing to do with her and swam on its merry way...

[Grizz]

She screamed and yelled, but the Nevermind would have nothing to do with her and swam on its merry way...

He yelled back over his shoulderr to Courtney...........

My girl, my girl,
Where will you go,
I'm going, where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hard working man
Just about a mile from here.
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found

bee-beep

[royalwulff]

Courtney, in her grief turned around to the gathering fly fishermen that had heard the gun shots and dropped her top, most of their jaws dropped because....

[SnakesOnAPlane]

Courtney, in her grief turned around to the gathering fly fishermen that had heard the gun shots and dropped her top, most of their jaws dropped because....

there is hardly anything to her but skin, bones, pencil eraser nubs, tats and tracks on her arms. The coyote hunter pondered for a slight moment to put her out of her own (and the collective population of the world) misery...but then one of the floating dead mutant ROUS otters gave one last growl and was starting to escape...

[Cary]

the tyranny of overzealous moderators, muttering to himself how one could find the previous posts more interesting than the deleted ones...

[cheech]

the tyranny of overzealous moderators, muttering to himself how one could find the previous posts more interesting than the deleted ones...

It was at this point that he had to pop a Prozac and repeat in his mind "Fairy Princess.... Fairy Princess.... Fairy Princess..." He lived in a terrible world. A world where big brother had it out for him...

[royalwulff]

the thumping of the approaching blackhawk helicopters came from nowhere. CIA agents hanging out from underneath on long ropes. Down they came down the ropes when they got to the crowd. The first two hit the ground lining up the machine gun barrels on the crowd, everyone hit the ground and....

[Wyoming2utah]

....somewhere, oblivious to it all, stood a lonesome fly-fisherman, fly rod in hand. He cast effortlessly and methodically to rising brook trout on the crystal clear and icy cold high mountain pond....

[cheech]

....somewhere, oblivious to it all, stood a lonesome fly-fisherman, fly rod in hand. He cast effortlessly and methodically to rising brook trout on the crystal clear and icy cold high mountain pond....

Suddenly a blackhawk helicopter flew over, and as it hovered at a few hundred feet, there was an announcement over a loudspeaker.

"HEY, YOU WILL NEVER LAND THAT FISH ON FLIES THAT YOU BOUGHT AT SHOPKO." ...

[Wyoming2utah]

Although at first startled by the rude interruption of his solitude, the lonesome fly fisher screamed back at the chopper, "Good, 'cause I bought my flies from Kmart!"

[PowerBaitHeppy]

The DWR insignia easily identified the Blackhawk. The biologists noticed the fisherman casting to the rising brook trout with his cheap Kmart flies. They still had a few flour sacks left over from the week before (the annual deer hunt flour sack drop to scare the herds). The obvious thing to do would be to use the remaining flour sacks to safely scare the fish the fisherman was casting to. Out the window went 4 sacks of flour to the high mountain lake...

[F/V Gulf Ventur]

and then all of the sudden the old timer lobbed his one and only trusty weighted bugger (with xtra lead and a giant cone-head) at the pilot... perfect shot right in the head, a true K-Mart special. He smiled as the chopper went spinning out of control and crashed.... back to the sipping Trout...

[Raff]

As the fishman cast his line gracefully against a backdrop of the smoldering copter, he didn't notice the reaction of the flour sacks in the high mountain lake. The flour bonded with some green algae and was struck by the perfect late afternoon golden sunlight. Something was brewing in that peaceful high mountain lake...........

[PowerBaitHeppy]

....Oobleck!

[SnakesOnAPlane]

As the fishman cast his line gracefully against a backdrop of the smoldering copter, he didn't notice the reaction of the flour sacks in the high mountain lake. The flour bonded with some green algae and was struck by the perfect late afternoon golden sunlight. Something was brewing in that peaceful high mountain lake...........

when the fisherman realized the substance coming out of the water was something comparable an ingredient to a recipe that Ol' Harvey the fishing guide from Henry's Fork had introduced to him long ago...just the right amount of yeast and hopps to fill his awkwardly shallow stomach...he retrieved his seine and bent down to the edge of the lake only to find...

[MickG]

a delightfully tasting lake blended smooth.....Just then he realized that he had the worlds only beer lake...The fish in the lake were wasted and started spawning right there in front of everyone because of the alcohol the fish eggs mutated.......