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Jack Hise is a Troll
Yes, we all know that he is a troll because used "to live under the (Mackinac) bridge" in N. Michigan. He is also a troll because of his method of catching trout. We recently had a thread about trolling, but the implied method was floating using some sort of water craft. Not so Mr. Hise. Last week, at a secret location, we met up for a bit of fishing. Unbeknownst to us, the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency had decided to rid itself of about 375 stocker rainbows 9-12" long on that very day and at that very site. This was an unannounced stocking. Imagine their surprise when the stocking truck rolled up to the access point to see Jack's vehicle parked to the side and Jack suiting up. It wasn't a happy sort of surprise. The fish laddies suspected a leak. With the possible exception of Jack's waders, they were wrong.
Now let's face it, folks. Jack isn't trying to fish at least 1 day a month to run up his streak. He is trying to fish 4 days a week. Given that most of his fishing is for trout, it was only a matter of time before the stocking truck found him.
Jack thoughtfully waited for them to dump all of the fish. There were trout swimming on top of other trout and almost completely out of the water. Jack splashed into the water with glee and began chasing trout around. This was, ostensibly, to make them break up the pod so that all of them could get water across their gills. In truth a secret came to light. Jack has always wanted to be a fish wrangler! Jack got to fulfill the fantasy while the fish laddies got back in their truck and fled the scene. Within a few minutes, confused trout were swimming in open water. There wasn't a hint of a food pellet anywhere.
Jack was already rigged up so he let his fly dangle in the water whilst he stomped around driving the fish farther apart. He caught 3 trout, all fair-hooked, in pursuit of fish distribution. He would walk along, tramping and stomping, and trout would come up behind him and grab the fly. He would pull the disoriented 'bow in and release it.
Eventually Jack gave up distributing trout. His sense of Fair Play got the better of him and he actually started casting. I don't know how many trout he caught, but he had made himself into a machine, which is a neat trick for a retired engineer. In time darkness and inclement weather drove us from the stream. In spite of that, I shall not soon forget seeing the troll come out in Jack. :)
Ed
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ROFLMBO
Thanks for the post, the verbal imagery made my morning
Eric
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I, agree, with Eric 100%......... "the visualization of your story,Ed is too funny to imagine, thank you!
Unfortunately, these "images" are probably going to be with me all day long, not to mention, the obvious nightmares that will follow me into sleep, tonight...............
Regardless, I'm VERY PROUD of Jack as well for his obvious leadership and devotion in keeping his membership in The NBOF alive and well and in the truest form of our sacred traditions....................
"Fishus Whencanus Howeverus". (we use a lot of Latin in The NBOF, ya' know)
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Oh man! What a let down. Here I thought we were gonna see 'take the gloves off' knock down drag out fight here.....;)
Sounds like a pretty fun way to spend a day. I can just the look on the DNR guys' faces. "What the.... How'd you guys know?"
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Hey Jack!,
Did ya think you were in heaven? Buy a scanner, find the Hatchery Guy's frequency and follow em' around!! :rolleyes: I want to change the Title of this Story to "The Day Jack Met The Hatchery Truck"
Doug <>< <>< <><))))))))
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First: Da Yoopers (residents of Michigan's Upper Peninsula) consider everyone, and I mean everyone that lives below the Macinac bridge to be Trolls!! Not just Michigan residents.
Second: I doubt very many know the location of Cortner's Mill much less the location of the Duck River! They also stocked at Dement Bridge, Normandy Dam and the 2nd bridge from Normandy dam.
Third: My efforts to herd the fish to deeper water to save them from the bucket brigade and chain gang proved fruitless as they were still stacked up in 6" of water Friday morning.
Forth: My grand daddy always told me "you can't catch no fish if you don't have bait in the water"!
Lastly: Stocking schedules are not announced but this is my 3rd encounter with the hatchery truck! :D
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Jack, we didn't do to bad the day before the truck showed up. By the way I have the mill saved in my GPS. I probably wouldn't find it without you Warren or the GPS.
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EdD next time you have GOT TO take pictures! You-tube would feature Jack in all their advertising. :shock:
We followed and watched a bunch of yayhoos frantically tailgate a fisheries truck all the way up the side of a mountain to a small lake where they released 5,000 fingerlings. We had been camped there for a couple of days and already knew that they were going to release 1-2 inch rainbows. The lake had been poisoned to rid it of coarse fish and was being rehabilitated. A local school group had raised these fish for the event and It was in the local paper. You can bet we laughed at and mercilessly teased these guys. They drove up, waited impatiently for the fishieries truck to get out of sight. Then jumped out of the truck and started tossing lures bigger than the released trout. Not only that but when we told them that it was just fingerlings they refused to believe us and spent most the afternoon without even a bite. It was a totally fun day. :mrgreen:
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East of ME and west of DShock, is a small, fairly decent little creek called "Dairy Creek".
Every year, at the SAME TIME, on the SAME SATURDAY, at the EXACT SAME SPOT..................... ODFW hauls out a tanker truck full of "catch and keep" Rainbows.
They back up to the edge of the creek,an hour before sunrise, and make their delivery.
Now, this is nice, as the creek can support, (and does), a healthy little run of 'Bows and 'Cutts for most of the year. When and if the water warms, and/or, gets too low....... the fishies head for the confluence of Dairy and another, much larger creek, that then dumps into the Wilson River. All is as it should be.
That is, if there was even a half a chance of their ever being any "holdovers".
However........... due to the intelligence of the ODFW, they ANNOUNCE this "Dairy Creek stocking" every year, a good two months in advance.
Soooooo, of course........ the night BEFORE the stocking, the campers show up, the lawn chairs are set up, (after near fist fights are thwarted over prime spots to put them of course), and those that don't own campers, sleep on the ground or in whatever rig they own.
A member of a local Bass club, wrote a great article about this "ODFW FIASCO" last year, in our local newspaper and said how he had; "Just driven out, to Dairy Creek, to see if the stories he'd been hearing were true". He stated...... "It looked a lot like the encampment of Lee's troops,the night before a major battle!".
You cannot fish in the state of Oregon a half hour, before or after, sunset/sunrise.
So, naturally, when "the silent whistle blows, announcing 29.9999 minutes before sunrise"........... as this man's article goes on to say........... "There's this NEAR DEAFENING ROAR of lines whistling through guides, reels screaming, as line is peeled off, followed quickly, by the sound of Marine Corps quality cursing, as lines and fishermen become hopelessly entangled!"
"The sound of spinners, gobs of Power Bait, bobbers and usually a few hapless souls that loose their footing, all hitting the water at the same time, reminds me of my wife's and my visit to Silver Falls State Park, a few years ago", he continues.
ODFW dumps 5,000 fish, in this "stocking". By 2PM, in the afternoon of the same day as the stocking............ "The place looked like a deserted garbage dump. Every one had left and gone home. The broad area of Dairy Creek, where the dumping takes place...looked like chocolate milk, for 50 yards, upstream and down".
(end, quotes from article)
So, Jack.................... IF you could at ALL make it out here someday I'd LOVE to take you fishing!! After all, didn't YOU extend a like offer to ME, to "come fish Tenn with YOU"? :shock::rolleyes:
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Paul;
That sounds like Steelhead fishing at Tippy dam on the Manistee River.
Consider the invitation sent!