The shocking truth.

[robalo]

It was 1979 and our boat was tied up at the pier at Halfmoon Bay Cali .
Sandytoes and I had just finished cleaning up the boat after a day of salmon trolling when we both looked up and began watching a pair of men in a heated discussion in German. When they stopped talking to each other they turned to look back down and were greeted by our upturned,
smiling faces. "Hello , can I help you gentlemen?" Sandytoes asked them.
One of the men asked in a thick German accent , "Those wires", he said,pointing at our hydraulic gurdies full of trolling wire , "you use them to electrify the fish? "You are very intelligent." Said Mr. Toes ,"How did you know that?" The respondant began to answer and before he could start I interrupted him. "Would you and your friend like to go with us tomorrow and see how we do that?" I said. They both got big smiles on their faces and said they would really like to see how we fished. "OK", I said , "You be here in the morning at 5a.m. and we will take you with us."

True to their word , the guys show up in plenty of time to go; Sandytoes had laid a plan the night before and this is how it went. The area we planned to fish took about 45 minutes to get there. When it came time to set the gear , I kept our guests occupied in the wheelhouse showing them the boat`s electronics from "Iron Mike" to the Furono radar and everything in between. When I saw Sandytoes standing at the centerline of the back deck, I turned the German men loose on the back deck. Before you could blink an eye, the deep line spring went off , signaling a fish hooked.Sandytoes steps over and grabs the wire just above the spool and begins to spasm as if a hundred amps. were coursing through his body. "Oh no!", I said , "He forgot to turn off the switch!!" "Help me get him off the wire!", I yelled loudly just as Sandytoes jerked back and fell in a sprawl on the back deck . Our guests reacted very quickly and bent over my mate checking for a pulse. I engaged the spool and began hauling in the wire . Hot dog! the fish was on the first leader only 48 feet down. My buddy earning an Oscar for his electrifying performance shook his head and began opening his eyes. "Fish ON!!" yelled the skipper. Wherefore mate Sandytoes jumped into action and grabbed the landing net , and in less than a minute we had a nice splitter in the boat.

They looked at us, and we looked at them. Then came the laughter. They knew they`d been had. We knew that they knew that we had set them up.
There was nothing left to do but laugh; We laughed so hard, we had to hold our sides it hurt so much.

When we got ourselves back together , we settled into one of the best days on the ocean I have ever experienced. The bite turned out to be very good and our new friends turned out to be very quick learners who
became very efficient with the landing net,baiting hooks,untangling leaders and singing German songs while we raped the Pacific Ocean`s supply of King Salmon.

At the end of our day back at the dock, the two men thanked us for bringing them with us. I was disappointed to hear that our new friends were leaving the next day for Germany; the world does not have enough
great men in it.

[RACN35]

thats awesome sir !! thanx for telling that story !!