Ok whats the worst thing thats happened to you in fishing ?
I will start it off
I went to southern France to a Lake when I arrived the owner said well looks like your the only one this week so if you want to use my rowing boat ? so I spent half the day with a prodding pole and found a really great spot well over halfway across the lake but as I had a baitboat and their was shade this side and none the other I decided to not get baked and my plan was dump 10kg of bait in so I rowed out and scattered it over this lovely spot and got set up I had a few liners in the night and in the morning fish began head and shouldering over the area I was so excited
AND THEN !!! FOUR ANGLERS ARRIVED!!!!! they saw the fish and lots of excitement as they unloaded and quickly set up it was just an 80 yard cast for them but a 170 yard for me so I had no choice they all caught withing the 1st hour and steadily all week often having double hookups while I struggled with just 3 fish the entire week
I will start it off
I went to southern France to a Lake when I arrived the owner said well looks like your the only one this week so if you want to use my rowing boat ? so I spent half the day with a prodding pole and found a really great spot well over halfway across the lake but as I had a baitboat and their was shade this side and none the other I decided to not get baked and my plan was dump 10kg of bait in so I rowed out and scattered it over this lovely spot and got set up I had a few liners in the night and in the morning fish began head and shouldering over the area I was so excited
AND THEN !!! FOUR ANGLERS ARRIVED!!!!! they saw the fish and lots of excitement as they unloaded and quickly set up it was just an 80 yard cast for them but a 170 yard for me so I had no choice they all caught withing the 1st hour and steadily all week often having double hookups while I struggled with just 3 fish the entire week
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I was baiting 3 swims around a lake I was fishing a couple of years ago. All in the 3 most unpopular swims. I baited from march - may in a swim that was probably the 2nd least fished swim on the lake. Very rarely anyone fished it.
So this lake, you're not even allowed a non fishing guest over there. One day the weather looked ideal for one of these swims. I drove down early morning midweek and to my devastation see a bivvy in this swim. He had just chucked out he hadn't baited or anything .......and by chance was right on my spot. Part and parcel of it all. BUT this geezer wasn't a member. He was just a friend of a bailiff. What a joke. Prime time I'm not allowed my brother on there who used to be a member to drink a cup of tea with but these guys have their mates over. Next morning I walked round for a chat. He'd had the biggest fish out of the lake at over 50lb. Now I was happy for him but gutted. Gutted that he'd got lucky as he'd basically just chucked his rods out. Wasn't for any other reason than that. He hadn't seen anything and cast into it. Or found a nice spot and cast onto it. Just got lucky. AND he wasn't even a member which I think is a joke. It's one thing having some guests over in the slow months but not in prime time.
Now I'm not saying I'd have caught the big one. It may have ejected my rig or decided to not eat my bait. But it was on the spot and eating. Odds on I would have. I put so much effort in over them months. It left a sour taste in my mouth. Not towards the guest. But towards his mates, the bailiffs.
Shocking.
I was baiting 3 swims around a lake I was fishing a couple of years ago. All in the 3 most unpopular swims. I baited from march - may in a swim that was probably the 2nd least fished swim on the lake. Very rarely anyone fished it.
So this lake, you're not even allowed a non fishing guest over there. One day the weather looked ideal for one of these swims. I drove down early morning midweek and to my devastation see a bivvy in this swim. He had just chucked out he hadn't baited or anything .......and by chance was right on my spot. Part and parcel of it all. BUT this geezer wasn't a member. He was just a friend of a bailiff. What a joke. Prime time I'm not allowed my brother on there who used to be a member to drink a cup of tea with but these guys have their mates over. Next morning I walked round for a chat. He'd had the biggest fish out of the lake at over 50lb. Now I was happy for him but gutted. Gutted that he'd got lucky as he'd basically just chucked his rods out. Wasn't for any other reason than that. He hadn't seen anything and cast into it. Or found a nice spot and cast onto it. Just got lucky. AND he wasn't even a member which I think is a joke. It's one thing having some guests over in the slow months but not in prime time.
Now I'm not saying I'd have caught the big one. It may have ejected my rig or decided to not eat my bait. But it was on the spot and eating. Odds on I would have. I put so much effort in over them months. It left a sour taste in my mouth. Not towards the guest. But towards his mates, the bailiffs.
Shocking.
Brother in law at the time dropped of myself and my mate on his way to work for a days fishing and pick us up after work on his way home.
I push my bank stick in, lose my balance and end up in the water. I'm calling my mate for help but he couldn't see me. I told him (I'm here, here in the water.) Managed to get out and my fags were well n truly fecked, lost my money so was unable to walk across the shop to buy some and I'm soaked to the bone, cold and 10 hours to go before I'm picked up.
I push my bank stick in, lose my balance and end up in the water. I'm calling my mate for help but he couldn't see me. I told him (I'm here, here in the water.) Managed to get out and my fags were well n truly fecked, lost my money so was unable to walk across the shop to buy some and I'm soaked to the bone, cold and 10 hours to go before I'm picked up.
Probably not the worst thing ever, but a time I remember being the most angry. I was freshly spooled up with braid fishing at fairly long range. I was using backleads, I can't remember why exactly, the swim was fairly high up from the water, so the backleads were to keep the line down I think.
I had a run, and as I picked up the rod it instantly felt weird. An eel had tangled its self up in my braid around one of the backleads, it then had managed to pick up the other two rods and did what eels do, it tangled all 3 rods up, just under the rod tips. I ended up having to cut the line to get the eel out, loosing 100+ yards of braid off each rod. I had to respool each reel next trip at the cost of £90 odd quid.
I had a run, and as I picked up the rod it instantly felt weird. An eel had tangled its self up in my braid around one of the backleads, it then had managed to pick up the other two rods and did what eels do, it tangled all 3 rods up, just under the rod tips. I ended up having to cut the line to get the eel out, loosing 100+ yards of braid off each rod. I had to respool each reel next trip at the cost of £90 odd quid.
Not the worst in some instances but definitely my worst last April it was feeezing I had a run on one of my rods after waiting a couple days for any action
As I was playing it I put my right foot on the wooden sleepers at the front of the peg it was extremely slippery I then did the splits rolled straight into the lake completely under 🤦♂️
I accidentally let go of my rod then realised I had when I come up it was in the water so I dived straight back under managed to get the rod back but the fish was gone, I was freezing! Never been so cold in my life 🤣 my mate who I was fishing with wasn't very helpful he couldn't move for laughing so much 😂
As I was playing it I put my right foot on the wooden sleepers at the front of the peg it was extremely slippery I then did the splits rolled straight into the lake completely under 🤦♂️
I accidentally let go of my rod then realised I had when I come up it was in the water so I dived straight back under managed to get the rod back but the fish was gone, I was freezing! Never been so cold in my life 🤣 my mate who I was fishing with wasn't very helpful he couldn't move for laughing so much 😂
Mid Winter, the swim I was in had a branch on a tree in my way that I kept hitting my rod tip on, I came up with a plan that I would climb up the high bank behind me, jump out, grab the branch and snap it off and it worked perfect. The only problem was, I never thought no more about after snapping the branch off and I just belly flopped into the pond and went completely under.
Back in the 60's the carp lake I was fishing had a very shallow margin covered in floating algae and to wash your hands in clear water you had to walk out about 15 yards in about a foot of water. All went well until I discovered an unseen great deep hole under the algae and went straight down up to my waist. I spent a night soaked to the skin and next morning, worse was to come, I don't know what I was thinking, but I did exactly same again in the same hole when I waded out to wash my hands, so spent another day soaked.
Back in the 60's the carp lake I was fishing had a very shallow margin covered in floating algae and to wash your hands in clear water you had to walk out about 15 yards in about a foot of water. All went well until I discovered an unseen great deep hole under the algae and went straight down up to my waist. I spent a night soaked to the skin and next morning, worse was to come, I don't know what I was thinking, but I did exactly same again in the same hole when I waded out to wash my hands, so spent another day soaked.
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I must have been maybe seven years old, and my dad had just got me one of those spinning rod and reel kits. I was over the moon. I couldn't wait to get out and give it a go and had spent all week reading an angling magazine he'd gotten me, which had a long feature on lure fishing and various lure fishing casting techniques.
Finally the weekend came and my dad took me down to the local canal to have a go. After getting set up I proudly talked him through this new super cool one handed casting technique I'd read about. After a good build-up then I get set for my first ever cast with my prized new rod and reel, with my cool new technique, only to promptly let go of the rod mid-cast and launch both rod and reel into the canal!
I must have been maybe seven years old, and my dad had just got me one of those spinning rod and reel kits. I was over the moon. I couldn't wait to get out and give it a go and had spent all week reading an angling magazine he'd gotten me, which had a long feature on lure fishing and various lure fishing casting techniques.
Finally the weekend came and my dad took me down to the local canal to have a go. After getting set up I proudly talked him through this new super cool one handed casting technique I'd read about. After a good build-up then I get set for my first ever cast with my prized new rod and reel, with my cool new technique, only to promptly let go of the rod mid-cast and launch both rod and reel into the canal!
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This is wounding mate.
Happened to a good friend of mine as well, spent all year chasing the biggest in our syndicate, all around the lake, walking it most mornings & putting serious graft in. Come
Christmas that year, after probably 100 or so nights since Jan, he pulls off to spend Xmas with the family and another member (who's had all of the stock at least 3 times bar one smaller one) drops in behind him having seen nothing & with no one else on (pit is 50 acres or so). Next morning, you guess it, big girl comes out to this guys rods and is passing my mates bait heavily on the mat- also at a new lake record & the 4th time this angler has had her.
So many variables in angling but sometimes it's just not your day.
This is wounding mate.
Happened to a good friend of mine as well, spent all year chasing the biggest in our syndicate, all around the lake, walking it most mornings & putting serious graft in. Come
Christmas that year, after probably 100 or so nights since Jan, he pulls off to spend Xmas with the family and another member (who's had all of the stock at least 3 times bar one smaller one) drops in behind him having seen nothing & with no one else on (pit is 50 acres or so). Next morning, you guess it, big girl comes out to this guys rods and is passing my mates bait heavily on the mat- also at a new lake record & the 4th time this angler has had her.
So many variables in angling but sometimes it's just not your day.
I often feel as though I am the worlds unluckiest (perhaps worst) carp angler - catching Pike on boilies, casting into bushes, getting stuck in mud whilst wading, etc....but the worst thing that ever happened was a 2.5 oz lead smacking me in the face after popping out of a drifting weed bed whilst rod was doubled over and line stretched to max. Knocked me flying, huge spurts of blood (still on some of my luggage), several stitches about 10mm below my left eye.
When I got to A&E it was like Moses parting the red sea, everyone gawping at me in horror, covered in blood and looking ridiculous. Those stitches were extremely painful going in despite being injected in the face with painkillers.
Could have been worse - could have hit me in the eye or in the mouth.
Feeling sorry for myself, went back a day or so later to the same swim and caught my best fish from that venue - not been back since.
When I got to A&E it was like Moses parting the red sea, everyone gawping at me in horror, covered in blood and looking ridiculous. Those stitches were extremely painful going in despite being injected in the face with painkillers.
Could have been worse - could have hit me in the eye or in the mouth.
Feeling sorry for myself, went back a day or so later to the same swim and caught my best fish from that venue - not been back since.
Worse thing that's ever happened to me is I caught my foreskin in my zip after a hedge ticket whilst fishing and couldn't get the bugger back out it was worse than the time I got a hook in my finger past the barb or a baiting needle I sat on that went in about an inch, winter time as well it smarted a bit when I got the pliers on the zip for the big heave-ho came past on the 3rd attempt had a foreskin that resembled a bit of chewed up gristle. 
In reply to Post #10
My god. I wish I couldn't read.
My god. I wish I couldn't read.
Feel like I did OK with a mere face full of stitches.
I thought i had a story, but after reading all this i came to the conclusion that i'm doing just fine 
In reply to Post #10
Goodness me.
How many stitches....fore?.
Goodness me.
How many stitches....fore?.
I've been shot at...whilst fishing ,and had a single bore 20mm,let off next to my head but that's for another time...!
Worst thing ,should've listened to mother...I lived near the Harbour ,not far from the famous witch museum.
After college one day I fancied a float fishing trip off the rocks ,for garfish and pollock,etc..Mum's words ,watch the 7th wave and that new swell..,she knew all about the dangerous blowhole in the harbour ,as when she was young ,many lost their lives on the turn of the tide..
I'm fishing away ,long story short ,a big wave took me and my rod straight off the rocks ,no problem ...I couldn't get back up the slippery rocks so started to swim along where the sewage pipe was or still is, that was fine ,til I got cramp..
Anyway I owe a lot to Mr Tony Longman ...local skipper ,picked me up and I was ok.
You can see the ledge ,it is called profile rock ,Queens head ..in Boscastle Harbour....
I've other stories ,like being stuck in silt in January on Bodmin Moor..lol..2 miles off the nearest lane..
Worst thing ,should've listened to mother...I lived near the Harbour ,not far from the famous witch museum.
After college one day I fancied a float fishing trip off the rocks ,for garfish and pollock,etc..Mum's words ,watch the 7th wave and that new swell..,she knew all about the dangerous blowhole in the harbour ,as when she was young ,many lost their lives on the turn of the tide..
I'm fishing away ,long story short ,a big wave took me and my rod straight off the rocks ,no problem ...I couldn't get back up the slippery rocks so started to swim along where the sewage pipe was or still is, that was fine ,til I got cramp..
Anyway I owe a lot to Mr Tony Longman ...local skipper ,picked me up and I was ok.
You can see the ledge ,it is called profile rock ,Queens head ..in Boscastle Harbour....
I've other stories ,like being stuck in silt in January on Bodmin Moor..lol..2 miles off the nearest lane..