when I was about 15 I caught and released a 5lb sucker in roosevelt lake with my hands...

Wind was blowing all day and the water was pretty cloudy. In front of our camp was a bit of a mud flat. As I was looking out across the water here was this fish tailing on the flat, similar to bonefish when they are rooting around on the bottom with there tails out of the water.

I quietly waded up to the fish from behind. With my hands in the water, one near his head and one near his tail, I made a quick grab and just missed him. He darn near drowned me with the spray coming off is tail as he darted off.

I didn't take long and he was back to rooting in the mud. So I slowly creeped up behind him again. This time he wasn't so lucky. With one hand around his tail and one behind his pectoral fins, I snatched him out of the water, to the amazement of my mom and dad and half of the campground... Within a few minutes after I let him go, he was rooting in the mud again.


Damn, I hear sirens... who called the fish cops on me...