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I'm mostly catch and release too. Keep the occasional striper(delicious grilled) or salmon/trout(for the smoker), everything else goes back in the drink. 

SlashGillz said

Fishing gives peace. Always has. But yeah, some of the best spots are off the beaten path and hidden. If ever in upstate SC hit me up, ill put you on some fish homie.  

I used to fish NC fresh, brackish and saltwater. Never had much luck saltwater (my brother got a flounder tho).. but got some interesting catches fresh n brackish. Was always on the hunt for alligator gar but never got one. They scare me a little, honestly.

How about Juggalos and fisting? What are your thoughts there? Just kidding, not a fisherman myself but would love to go fishing sometime since it's been such a long time. 

I got fishing stories for days, man. 

First time i ever went. My dad brought me to a local quarry with his neighbor. They both turned their backs to me and splash, i jumped in to play with the bluegills. From what i was told Dad pulled me out by my hair and i looked like a puffer fish gasping for air and blinking like mad.

This is my home lake, i drive across the bridge to and from work. The fish call to me daily. Ive caught the smallest fish here and lost the largest. If i wake up early ill sometimes rush to get dressed and sit at the lake till its time to go to work. Beautiful peaceful mornings. Hear the birds cawing, watch deer feeding, serenity at its finest. I stopped one morning before work, cast my line into the water, jigged a few times, and the line went straight right, at the speed of light,  almost ripping the pole out of my hands till the line snapped. Biggest fish i never saw. Stopped by a different evening on the way home from work. Dont remember what bait i was using but i caught a catfish the size of my pinky finger. It was almost a sardine size but with the flat head. Very cute.

I decided to bring my dad and little brother here with me one day after work. Now there are spots in this lake that you can walk half way across without getting your belly button wet, but youve got to stick to the the paths. Me and my little brother enjoying the peacefulness, start walking out into the middleish, and hear a loud splash. We look at eachother knowing exactly what happened and smirk. Then "MOTHERFUCKER" comes from behind us and echoes through the trees. We look over and dad is soaked head to toe. We shake our heads, get back to fishing, then hear a "GOD DAMMIT" again from behind us that echoed from every direction. He had his phone, cigs, car keys, and wallet in his pockets, and tried walking out on a large log. Was hilarious enjoying the nature, listening to the birds, then dad screaming curse words. Bonehead! I like that story.

Dad decided to take my brother and i turtle fishing one night. Dad carried the poles and tackle box, i carried beers and chairs, and my little brother 16-17 at the time and playing school football drug the tarp with a couple pieces of firewood on it. My brother starts whining that the load is getting heavy, me and dad harass him about being a badass football player and he should be able to do it no problem. Short bit later hes whining again and i say listen dude, you drag it in and ill drag it out, hows that. Dad looks at me cause he knows what im getting at. My little brother takes about 10 more steps before he puts together that were gonna burn the wood and there will only be a tarp to carry out. I grabbed a corner and helped pull as we all laughed. My brother a little less than my dad and i. It was a hike... Just as the sun started hiding behind the trees we hit the turtle pond, built our fire, got chairs ready, poles, beers, and cast out into the darkness. We lost one med turtle in the sticks before the beers started really kicking in and i was out cold on a camping chair. Wake up about an hour and a half later with a throbbing headache and rain. We all sat under the tarp for the rest of the night and waited for the rain to stop. After falling asleep again it was sun up and a beautiful morning. I could now get a full view of this body of water and it was only a large mud hole. Guess dad brought us to the wrong spot. We all walked back to the car without saying a word.

Dont have any stories where i caught monsters. Wish i did.

One time fishing Pulaski Ny I snagged someones broken line in the river. The line was wrapped on my hook and I tried to pull it in to get it out of our hole so wed stop getting stuck in it and I felt it moving in my hand. My brother reeled in his line, cut the hook off and tied the line I was wrapped on onto his. I unwrapped it off my line and my brother reeled it in on his to find a healthy 20lb salmon on the end. Seemed impossible, but it happend. 

SlashGillz said
Hell homies.. I could go on all damn day with fishing stories. So many fish, nice lunkers, big carp, big catfish. Growing up was one big blurr of fishing. Dad took us all the time and the love of fishing was instilled in me early on in life. I remember my first carp fishing trip. I was young and bored waiting on a bite during their bedding and spawning season, which makes them reluctant to bite, and i was just sitting on the dirt fucking off when i was supposed to be watching the pole. One of my dads brand new $50 spinning combos goes straight in the water.. Of course got my ass beat for that one lol. 

Another time getting my own hook caught in the back of my ear.. Enough said about that one.

I have a fond memory of fishing with 3 of my buddies after we graduated. Kinda like a drink some beer do some fishing celebration kinda thing. Anyway a few hours and a case of beer into the evening, we finally get a few bites. We were fishing for some channel catfish in an old cove near the house. Few poles had a wad of nightcrawlers and a few had cut bluegill and bream. Anyway, the rods start going off one at a time, maybe every 5 to 10 mins but nobody lands one yet. Eventually my old timer metal rod goes off and pulls drag like a sum bitch. So i start to reel in then the damn cat goes straight into a sunken christmas tree that my dad sank out for crappie fishing in the spring. With all the extra weight that poor baitcaster didnt stand a chance and gave out on me. And somehow, believe it or not, i had to hand drag that catfish and tree in on 12lb test line. The catfish was around 24lbs but i have no clue about the tree. I was tied to a half cinderblock. I dont know how that line didnt break. Then of course we had no luck for the next few hours and by that time we were a few cases of beer drowned, so apparently we all stripped butt naked and swung from the rope swing around 4am. Thats what i heard anyway... Everything gets a little fuzzy after the catfish battle.

Had a bad run in with a croc near the dam out here. And just fyi, those fuckers are faster on land than you think. You see one on a dirt mound near the waters edge... Just turn the fuck around and leave.. Period

There was the brown bear fiasco on the chauga river during a planned 5 day trout fishing/camping trip. Really dont even like reliving that experience. Ill just say thank God for stupid luck, and little thanks to my ninja skills. I feel like i was running through the trees like some assassins creed 3 shit. Scary time, hope i never have that kind of bad run in with a bear again. 

Caught fair share of turtles and snakes and gar. Plenty of cellphones lost to taking an unexpected dip in the drink. Like i said, i could go on for days. Ill settle for that much right now. If only youtube was around for me growing up id have plenty of random crazy footage to share. But ive got months worth of episode ideas ready to start capturing. And i think im gonna have a "fuck up" counter for every retarded shit i have to deal with such as snags, falls, getting hooked, gators, bears(but hopefully not.) time will tell if enough people will dig it. I just want to do something i love for a living and mix it and share it with the only fam thats never let me down and thats my fucking juggalo fam.   

I believe you 100% about the line and the catfish. I have heard record sized fish being taken in with 8 lb tests and less. There are tons of factors... tension, line age, brand, strength, angle, etc.

As for fishing fuck ups, I've had a billion as well. My brother in particular would ALWAYS fall in the water lol. He slid down a ravine into a lake once while wearing a $1 rain poncho. Kind of ironic.

He was in one of his many "trying to quit drinking" phases, and I was being an ass by drinking right in front of him. Finally, after a hot afternoon of no bites, he was sitting on a half submerged log on the water.

He said "maybe I'll have a beer" and reached for the box, as the log turned and dropped him into the river. Classic.

One time he fought what he thought was a huge fish in a fast flowing post-winter melt off. He kept walking back and forth, saying clever and cunning quips to the mystery fish. Turns out it was just one of those snags that sometimes moves around a bit due to the fast river current. I think we both realized it halfway through but kept up the charade for dignity's sake. He got in the truck and said "let's never talk about this day again". I haven't until now.