First of all I'd like to apologize for this story. It's a story NOT about a real fish, but something me and my friend would do on those days when the fish where slow to bite and the pier was crowded. It goes like this.
It was another slow day of fishing at the reservoir. Bob and I was not getting any bites and there was a steady flow of spectators walking around asking the same question over and over. "Anything biting?" This was getting to be frustrating and I was getting agitated. Every time one of us would real in to check our bait, a spectator would stand near us, as if we where reeling in a new species of fresh water Tarpon that danced on the water. Sometimes too close and too nosey, and really getting under my skin.
"I'll be right back" I told Bob. I had a plan. Something that would give both Bob and I a good laugh, and make those bystanders look dumber than they were. I went to the bank and scoured the shore looking for that perfect rock. It took me about five minutes to find but I found it. I was so excited. It was a piece of brick, about a third of it, with one of the holes intact. I ran back to Bob to show him my prize.
" Got it! Check this out" I held up the prize and he looked on with a puzzling look spreading across his face.
" It's a Stone Fish" I said in a proud fashion.
Bob and I were best friends and we spent a lot of time together. We could read each others mind-most of the time. I think my mind ran a little too fast for him some times.
"I'm first" Bob claimed, as he blistered his line in to tie on the new "Stone Fish".
Back then ( at age 14) we did not have fancy rod and reels. Just a medium action 6ft rod, mated to a Zepco 808, with 15lb test. This was our arsenal for what ever we fished for.
"Tie me on! Hurry someone's coming." Bob exclaimed in hush.
I tied the "Stone Fish" on but it was too late to make our maiden cast. I just dropped the fish over the edge of the dock. Bob set his rod down as I started to real in my bait, or lack of since our hooks were getting picked clean.
"How's the fishing? Catch'n anything today?" was the 100th time we heard.
"Naw, we were just about to leave." I replied in the dullest non-expressive voice I could muster.
The stranger made that "mmm" sound and walked away. Bob and I froze we didn't want to move as the stranger turned and walked back down the dock. We looked down the dock and no one was coming.
"NOW!" Bob cried.
Bob grabbed his rod and heaved the "Stone Fish" up and over, swinging it towards me. I grabbed the rock and Bob released the line. He pointed the rod and I gave the rock a throw with all my might. The "Stone Fish" sailed out over the water a good 50 to 60 yards. And now to set the trap. Bob reeled in the excess line and just barely set some line tension. Now for the wait.
Like I said, there was a steady stream of folks walking up and down the pier so it didn't take too long for our first victim. As our mark was getting close Bob yelled.
"I got one"
He grabbed his rod and jerked. (which put a significant bow on his rod)
Bob grunted and panted as he fought left and right that massive fish. The bouncing action that rod received as the "Stone Fish" fought along the bottom was just perfect. The spectator hurried his step to see the "whale" he was fighting. It was all I could do to not laugh out loud. Bob was doing such a great job over emphasizing the fight of the fish.
Bob got his "catch" all the way up to the side of the pier, reeling down keeping the rock just out of view, then heaving it up and over to thud on the deck.
"Aw man, it's just a Stone Fish" Bob, with his shoulders slumping, breathed out in a heavy sigh.
The spectator didn't say anything, but he did give us a dirty look and walked away. Leaving Bob and I laughing til tears formed in our eyes.
This went on for pretty much the rest of the day. It was actually one of our best days fishing. I know, it wasn't the nicest thing to do, but Bob and I usually got ourselves into trouble a lot. At least we wasn't doing anything wrong this time, well it was probably morally wrong, but not illegal.