What is the strangest thing you have caught?

[Steve Walker]

It's also a regional term for a bread roll, but that doesn't seem to make any sense either.

[pearbo]

Had two 50 inch brollies, 5 meter whip, rods and reels and reels more than once

[JV44]

eeeer, right, like the Rapala X rap slash batch?

 

No no no it`s the Squirrely Burt batch i think ???

[larsagi2010]

It's also a regional term for a bread roll, but that doesn't seem to make any sense either.

 

Sorry it seems a Batch is a local word!

 

In other words... A burger bun... or the top of one: So yep! He caught pike on the lid of a burger bun..... It seems the pike took a shine to them wobbling along the surface!

 

http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:3Vnv5Jh...Bun.jpg&t=1

Edited October 14, 2010 by larsagi2010

[Renrag39]

A couple of peat spades, an inconsiderate motor dinghy user (leccy motor no match for 50lb braid and a p!ssed off me), lots of colds, half the amazon rainforest worths of wood complete with added feeders, myself (ouch!), my mate (har har), a tesco trolley with the automatic wheel brake thingy removed (must have really wanted it).

 

Strangest and most inspired catch was a plastic pepsi bottle top. It got snagged on my hook and a pike went for it and even though I didn't hook it directly, it wouldn't let go and I actually landed it!

 

Renrag

[jimpy0]

A terrapin/turtle the size of a dinner plate, hooked in the foot so fought like a carp on steroids

[Fours]

A Tesco carrier bag full of porn magazines at Rodbridge Picnic area Near Long Melford on the River Stour in Suffolk, It's on the Suffolk Essex Boarder...10 minutes later I caught a second one.

Ha ha.10 mins,eh?Well I suppose the pages were difficult to prise apart.Was it frogs porn?

[Anderoo]

I've told this story before, so sorry if you've read it before. It's 100% true!

 

Lots of years ago - I was about 15 I think - I was fishing for carp at a local gravel pit. It was the end of autumn and cold, and I was wearing 2 lots of clothes. I had only caught a couple of carp from this lake before and was really hoping for one of the better ones. The lake was nice and quiet, so we were quite hopeful.

 

I'd cast to a small gap between 2 islands where I thought the fish might go through, and after a couple of quiet hours I got a screaming run, line was pouring off the reel! I hit it and felt the heavy pressure of a big fish, which moved off with such power I had to give line. I couldn't stop this fish, and watched horrified as it went beyond the island and around the back of it...my line got caught up on some trees, and everything ground to a halt. Aargh!

 

I couldn't bear to lose it so without thinking I grabbed the net and started wading out to the island, about 50 yards away. It was a shallow lake but deeper than I thought, up to chest height, and very, very cold, Looking back now I shudder to think what might have happened if I'd walked into a silt patch or into a deep hole I didn't know about, especially wearing all those heavy clothes. It was a very, very stupid thing to do. But after a while I dragged myself onto the island, rod tip still faintly thumping, and prepared to net the monster fish. I freed the line from the branches and went around to the other side of the island to see...

 

...a bloke on the other bank pulling as hard as he could on his rod, which happened to be hooked onto my rig

 

I didn't land him. The wet, cold walk back to the bank was a very depressing affair.

[Fours]

I've told this story before, so sorry if you've read it before. It's 100% true!

 

Lots of years ago - I was about 15 I think - I was fishing for carp at a local gravel pit. It was the end of autumn and cold, and I was wearing 2 lots of clothes. I had only caught a couple of carp from this lake before and was really hoping for one of the better ones. The lake was nice and quiet, so we were quite hopeful.

 

I'd cast to a small gap between 2 islands where I thought the fish might go through, and after a couple of quiet hours I got a screaming run, line was pouring off the reel! I hit it and felt the heavy pressure of a big fish, which moved off with such power I had to give line. I couldn't stop this fish, and watched horrified as it went beyond the island and around the back of it...my line got caught up on some trees, and everything ground to a halt. Aargh!

 

I couldn't bear to lose it so without thinking I grabbed the net and started wading out to the island, about 50 yards away. It was a shallow lake but deeper than I thought, up to chest height, and very, very cold, Looking back now I shudder to think what might have happened if I'd walked into a silt patch or into a deep hole I didn't know about, especially wearing all those heavy clothes. It was a very, very stupid thing to do. But after a while I dragged myself onto the island, rod tip still faintly thumping, and prepared to net the monster fish. I freed the line from the branches and went around to the other side of the island to see...

 

...a bloke on the other bank pulling as hard as he could on his rod, which happened to be hooked onto my rig

 

I didn't land him. The wet, cold walk back to the bank was a very depressing affair.

Ha ha.Not to worry...he didn't catch you either!

[Anderoo]

Here's quite an interesting one - I had a day afloat on the Severn yesterday, jigging for zander. It was a great day and I ended up with 4 different species on the jigs. Three you'd expect - perch, pike (quite big ones too!) and zander. The fourth was a surprise...a 5lb bream hooked fair and square!