About 17 years ago I was going to one of my favorite streams to trout fish. When I got there I noticed a new name on the mail box. It stuck out a lot. It was painted white and it had lady bugs painted on it. It had a couple name on the mail box.
The person who owned the property before was a Mennonite Family and they were pig farmers. I was happy to see that a new family had moved in. I did not like pigs so close to the stream.
It was a long driveway and i walked right down it to the house. I knocked several times and no one answered. I could hear some sounds in the back yard and I went in the back to see what was up.
I rounded the corner and there right behind the house was a couple in a bath tub in the yard. Both were butt naked. The woman was in front of the man. They both started screaming at the top of their lungs. The husband reached around and covered his wife with both hands. His hands fit the area to be hidden perfectly.
I turned and was very embarrassed. They were still screaming and wanting to know what I wanted. I told them I was asking to trout fish. I told them I knocked and no one answered the door so I walked around the back because of the sound.
They both said simultaneously: “Yes you can fish but we don’t allow hunting.”
I retreated around the front of the house. I yelled as I parted and said I was sorry to bother them. I heard the husband yell back:
“It wasn’t a bother and my wife got a thrill out of it and I am for sure getting lucky later because of it!!”
I went to the stream and had a banner outing. The husband came down to my vehicle and we talked afterwards.
He explained to me that the prior owners used the stream to bathe in. They had taken all the plumbing out of the house along with the electricity.
The bath tub was stored in the barn and the couple was having it put back in with the electricity by a local contractor.
This was the reason they were in the yard buck naked.
I ended up being good friends with him later and he shared with me that after I left that they conceived their son that day in the bath tub.
I found this guy along the banks of a local stream, suprised the heck out of me when it came out of the brush towards me. Someone must have raised this thing from a pup, acted just like a dog, saw him a couple more times that season and then he vanished.<br><br>
I was fishing a small creek north of Houston and was working my way under the hwy 59 bridge. There, in the middle of the stream was a sport bike … a Kawasaki Ninja. I wrote down the serial number (this was just before cell phones) and E-mailed the number to the Harris County Sheriff. As I expected, it was a stolen motorcycle.
I took this one last Thursday, while fishing for the first time in over two months. These two were a little larger than a basketball in size. They didn’t see me at all until I took this picture when they were right next to me. They split up shortly after. It even looks like the one has a smile on it’s face!
How about three enemies sitting peacefully side byside? On a very hot day last year on theClark Fork River in Montana we came across a Bald Eagle, a Blue Heron and aCrow all standing on a sandy patch inthe shade alongside the river. There was nothing there for them to eat, only acooler area to take a rest. All three were in line, standing about one footapart from each other.
Larry —sagefisher—
It isn’t a trout stream but, we pulled a pick up truck cap out of Big Walnut Creek in Indiana. The submerged corn cultivator is a “landmark” on the creek.
While steelhead fishing in upstate NY, I looked down in the creek from a small bridge and there it was…a very large hog that had been skinned and beheaded and his feet removed. Don’t know the why it was thrown off the bridge, but there were about half dozen salmon holding just downstream of it…no steelies behind the salmon though
I saw on a TV show, that they take the head, hands and feet so the cops can’t identify the victim. I am thinking, upstate New York is kinda like the “sticks”. Maybe this was a molestation victim and the perpetrators didn’t want the victim identified. Afraid the it’s pen mates might talk !!!
There is a large, dead, Black Angus Steer lying in the middle of the Yellowstone River a short way down river from the Grey Owl fish access, a couple miles north of Emigrant. You can see it from the highway It looks like a large rock in the river, many of which are exposed by the low water this time of year.
It apparently got into the river from one of the ranches along the river near there and couldn’t get out. It was still alive when one of my friends floated by him last week, and although my friend dialed 911, hoping someone could rescure him, no one came to help. I’ve been wondering whether a bear might smell the carcus and swim out to feed on it, but so far apparently not.
