I've caught a mudpuppy as well, caught sculpin, logperch, but I bet I'm one of a very few people to actually reel in a rock haha

This lamprey was stuck on the side of a big grass carp.

caught a trotline on time, that wasn't strange the body hung up in the trotline was though. Burnt all day messing with the LEOs, wanted to haul him back with my boat, I said NO,NO,NO.

What???You hooked a trot line,with a dead body on it???

caught a trotline on time, that wasn't strange the body hung up in the trotline was though. Burnt all day messing with the LEOs, wanted to haul him back with my boat, I said NO,NO,NO.

oh I have reeled in a rock too last time I caught sculpin, I was wading a creek at night in between turkey hunts on public land. With a flashlight I was catching banded sculpin, studfish, tadpoles, and tons of crawfish with my bare hands. I have caught logperch in the cast net on occasion.

Never seen or caught a mud puppy...

yeah...the dead body wins

I've seen a hellbender while fishing, but didn't actually catch it. It was big though...nearly 2 feet long.

Other stuff...
- a mussel or two,
- a crappie with a lamprey attached
- My dad and I caught the same bass at the same time (it ate both of our lures and we reeled it in together)
- A couple of rocks (mostly with crankbaits)
- Grass carp on a crankbait (9 lbs)
- 2 or 3 times had bass eat the bream I was reeling in
- My son and I caught a flathead catfish last year in a pay lake that supposedly only had channel cats in it (owner was pretty surprised!)

caught a trotline on time, that wasn't strange the body hung up in the trotline was though. Burnt all day messing with the LEOs, wanted to haul him back with my boat, I said NO,NO,NO.

Lets see, have caught a bat, a pelican, used to catch bullfrogs with small bass poppers and a 70's vintage F-250 with a camper on it with my flyrod....sure did destroy that rod and reel!

Me and my fishing bud were carp fishing one day on the French broad. Carp yanked his only rod in the water. A minute or two later I got a bite. My hook went through the last eyelet on the rod that got pulled in. I reeled in his rod and then reeled in his fish.

Hold it?! You caught a truck? I have to know, how.
Now if you're anything like me at fly fishing, many things behind and above me have been hooked haha.

I was flyfishing Pass Lake in Washington state a long long time ago and on a false cast I hooked the mirror of a 70's era Ford F-250 that was going down the highway. My line was coming off the reel so fast it was crazy. I started to grab the line and glad I didnt. When it hit the end of the backing on the reel it poped off, but so did the reel pop off the pole, destroying an old bamboo rod and good fly reel that my grandfather had given me.

One time I was fishing alone at night for stripers, throwing big Cordell Redfins. I was catching quite a few fish - not any big ones, but there were schoolies busting bait all around, and the action was fast.

Anyway, at one point I landed a small striper that was probably about 20 inches long, and as I lifted him into the boat, he came unhooked and fell in the floorboard of my boat. I set down my rod and absentmindedly laid the Redfin in my boat seat, and then I grabbed the striper off the floor of my boat and tossed him back in the lake.

And that's where I messed up. I forgot the Redfin was sitting in my seat, and I sat back down on it. Two prongs of the treble hooks went right through the coveralls and jeans I was wearing and stuck me right in the butt. And at the same time, a few more prongs of the treble hooks went into the vinyl cover of my boat seat. So then the hooks were in my butt, and more hooks were in my seat, and the Redfin was holding the seat against my butt so that I could neither remove the seat from my butt nor get a hand into a place where I could remove the hooks from my backside.

I had to remove the seat from the pedestal, drive the boat back to the ramp with the pedestal seat sitting on top of the other seat (THANK GOD the lake was deserted and I didn't have to cross any boat wakes and drive the hooks further into my butt), then trailer my boat with the boat seat on my butt, and then drive back to my girlfriend's apartment with the pedestal seat sitting on top of my driver's seat in my car. At that point, with the assistance of my girlfriend, we decided my coveralls and jeans were less expensive than a replacement boat seat, so we cut the seat out of my pants, got the hooks out of my butt, and then carefully removed the other hooks from the boat seat with minimal damage.

So I guess the strangest thing I've caught while fishing is my own butt, though at least I did learn a valuable lesson about looking where I sit.

bd

One time I was fishing alone at night for stripers, throwing big Cordell Redfins. I was catching quite a few fish - not any big ones, but there were schoolies busting bait all around, and the action was fast.

Anyway, at one point I landed a small striper that was probably about 20 inches long, and as I lifted him into the boat, he came unhooked and fell in the floorboard of my boat. I set down my rod and absentmindedly laid the Redfin in my boat seat, and then I grabbed the striper off the floor of my boat and tossed him back in the lake.

And that's where I messed up. I forgot the Redfin was sitting in my seat, and I sat back down on it. Two prongs of the treble hooks went right through the coveralls and jeans I was wearing and stuck me right in the butt. And at the same time, a few more prongs of the treble hooks went into the vinyl cover of my boat seat. So then the hooks were in my butt, and more hooks were in my seat, and the Redfin was holding the seat against my butt so that I could neither remove the seat from my butt nor get a hand into a place where I could remove the hooks from my backside.

I had to remove the seat from the pedestal, drive the boat back to the ramp with the pedestal seat sitting on top of the other seat (THANK GOD the lake was deserted and I didn't have to cross any boat wakes and drive the hooks further into my butt), then trailer my boat with the boat seat on my butt, and then drive back to my girlfriend's apartment with the pedestal seat sitting on top of my driver's seat in my car. At that point, with the assistance of my girlfriend, we decided my coveralls and jeans were less expensive than a replacement boat seat, so we cut the seat out of my pants, got the hooks out of my butt, and then carefully removed the other hooks from the boat seat with minimal damage.

So I guess the strangest thing I've caught while fishing is my own butt, though at least I did learn a valuable lesson about looking where I sit.

bd

I'm sorry but I'm laughing while reading this. I'm sure after the "honey, I need a little help" question to her, you got an interesting look haha

One time I was fishing alone at night for stripers, throwing big Cordell Redfins. I was catching quite a few fish - not any big ones, but there were schoolies busting bait all around, and the action was fast.

Anyway, at one point I landed a small striper that was probably about 20 inches long, and as I lifted him into the boat, he came unhooked and fell in the floorboard of my boat. I set down my rod and absentmindedly laid the Redfin in my boat seat, and then I grabbed the striper off the floor of my boat and tossed him back in the lake.

And that's where I messed up. I forgot the Redfin was sitting in my seat, and I sat back down on it. Two prongs of the treble hooks went right through the coveralls and jeans I was wearing and stuck me right in the butt. And at the same time, a few more prongs of the treble hooks went into the vinyl cover of my boat seat. So then the hooks were in my butt, and more hooks were in my seat, and the Redfin was holding the seat against my butt so that I could neither remove the seat from my butt nor get a hand into a place where I could remove the hooks from my backside.

I had to remove the seat from the pedestal, drive the boat back to the ramp with the pedestal seat sitting on top of the other seat (THANK GOD the lake was deserted and I didn't have to cross any boat wakes and drive the hooks further into my butt), then trailer my boat with the boat seat on my butt, and then drive back to my girlfriend's apartment with the pedestal seat sitting on top of my driver's seat in my car. At that point, with the assistance of my girlfriend, we decided my coveralls and jeans were less expensive than a replacement boat seat, so we cut the seat out of my pants, got the hooks out of my butt, and then carefully removed the other hooks from the boat seat with minimal damage.

So I guess the strangest thing I've caught while fishing is my own butt, though at least I did learn a valuable lesson about looking where I sit.

bd