Lookn ta hear a Alameda short story from Mr. Frankfishing.

Come on Frank, my spy's tell me you have a somewhat painfull/,embarrassing,/ farmed it/,, dropped it/, biffed it, style adventure that you might share.

Come on bud, sure suppressing stuff like this works wonders, but gosh, sharing makes us/me feel so not all allone.

Can't wait...  Do Tell..  Do Tell......

 Have me  Rolling Relentless on your personal qoutes on your avatar..

  ......... I want to see...Andy

Alright, Started the day with a dead camera battery so the pic's aren't there for evidence which is a good thing...
Started early around 0700 hrs. and immediately paddled to the north end of the rock wall. Live bait in tow I tried  the inside of the wall with a couple of scratched bait and one large take down. After clearing the inside wall I then paddled to the red bouy to set up for the drift and when I arrived I still was being taken out by the out going tide. On my first drift I hooked up a nice 10" Stary flounder and put him on the game hook. One of the private boats came along side and offered me live bait which I later took him up on. Thanks to "Going Coastal" who schooled me on the area I kept getting numerous hits. I landed a nice 32" to 33" Halibut which I immediately went on my game clip too.
During my drifts I was hit twice with fish that I failed to boat one snapping right at the yak and another I didn't even see color on. Numerous Lepoard sharks with every bait that I put down getting a hit.
Soon after running out of bait I headed in trolling an artifical with no results. Upon landing a gentlemen came over and asked how I did. I proudly said well and went to get my game clip off the yak. I searched all around my yak to find that I must have miss clipped my fish and that they are drifting some where in the bay with my lost clip. Not a good feeling knowing that two prized fish are out there floundering attached to my awol clip.
Now you know. Frankfishing

Ouch....

That happened to me once!!!! Not A good feeling

Frank~This sure would have made for a nice lil' Fire-Ring story up at the PebbleB-Mansion last weekend.
You can share stuff like that with ONLY the CLOSEST of friends.
THATsucksBIGTIME!   THAT'SwhyIdon'tKEEP'EM.

Frankie I feel for ya! Sh!t happens. I'll hijack you a story.....

One of my buddies and I used to do real good pitching live bullheads for stripers in the Napa river in the 80's. He had a very unique looking boat(57 chevy style) that was easily recognized. At that time DFG was checking for head tags and taking scale samples at the dock, so we used to get checked every week and people noticed our good catches. Soon after that we were followed around when we left the dock or spotted on the water.
 One day on the river we needed one more fish to limit out. We were in the process of landing the last fish when a boat approached. My buddy gets agitated and says "lets hurry and net the fish and stow it". The fish was deftly netted,keeping the net low on the opposite side of the boat. Then I slid the fish onto the stringer and quickly dropped it back into the river,forgetting to tie it back onto the cleat. I watched in disbelief as the current swallowed our fish.
 Luckily one of our other friends motored up and gave us a "pity fish" so we didn't go home empty handed for dinner.... I like to think that all the fish swam off the parachute cord stringer, but the last one had a loop through his jaw.

Frankie I feel for ya! Sh!t happens. I'll hijack you a story.....

One of my buddies and I used to do real good pitching live bullheads for stripers in the Napa river in the 80's. He had a very unique looking boat(57 chevy style) that was easily recognized. At that time DFG was checking for head tags and taking scale samples at the dock, so we used to get checked every week and people noticed our good catches. Soon after that we were followed around when we left the dock or spotted on the water.
 One day on the river we needed one more fish to limit out. We were in the process of landing the last fish when a boat approached. My buddy gets agitated and says "lets hurry and net the fish and stow it". The fish was deftly netted,keeping the net low on the opposite side of the boat. Then I slid the fish onto the stringer and quickly dropped it back into the river,forgetting to tie it back onto the cleat. I watched in disbelief as the current swallowed our fish.
 Luckily one of our other friends motored up and gave us a "pity fish" so we didn't go home empty handed for dinner.... I like to think that all the fish swam off the parachute cord stringer, but the last one had a loop through his jaw.

That must have been a jaw dropper . You make me feel better not knowing when I lost my clip, but I am sure I did the same thing and just forgot that I had unclipped it before putting them back in the water.

Frank~This sure would have made for a nice lil' Fire-Ring story up at the PebbleB-Mansion last weekend.
You can share stuff like that with ONLY the CLOSEST of friends.
THATsucksBIGTIME!   THAT'SwhyIdon'tKEEP'EM.

No I knew that Duane shared with Dave thus this post so I saved my heart
felt emotions until I could post it when we got back. I was tempted though... 

You are as tough as YOU say you are 
....I would have been pissin,moaning&kickin myself in the arse, while seeking a shoulder to to cry upon!  
You sure MANNED-UP