We were fishing at the local lake and was watching a yellow boat pull a skiier. The driver was watching the skiier and not where he was going, and drove the boat, at a high rate of speed, onto the bank. It was going so fast that it hit went airborn and hit a tree 10 feet up. I have pictures somewhere of the aftermath. It was an amazing sight. Amazingly...I don't think anyone died...If I find a pic I'll post it.

Not my story, but a jewel from fly-tying Master Andre Puyans, who could tell tales with the best of them.

Back in the sixties, Andy went Deep South to fish a river for bass. Mid-day, his pals insisted on he had to try for alligator gar with conventional rods and twists of rope for lures. They hauled in beasts five feet and longer while a fellow watched them from a dock where he was slowly lining up several six-packs of dead soldiers.

When Andre and pals went to lunch, Commander Brewski launched an aging wooden skiff. He was anchored up when Andre and pals headed back onto the water, and from a distance they saw him struggling to haul a gigantic gar over the gunwales. “We could hear crashing and thumping and from a hundred yards away,” and horrible swearing, “And then the guy stood up, pulled a pistol and fired. Six times. Straight down.”

Andre and company saved the sailor, but the boat was a goner. As to the gar, “All I can say is he didn’t float to the top.”

one time on the local pond a bunch of people came to canoe. this is not a very big pond. one guy supplied all the canoes and some lady showed everybody how to paddle. I just kept fishing and watching. then some guy calls out, " right there ( pointing at what is a shallow part of the lake) is the deepest part of the lake!" then two kids in a canoe went right out to that spot and tipped over. dumb.

When I was 6 I went to the local lake with my friends family, they were a good group of people but not really into fishing or even hunting for that matter. My buddy extra wasn't into it but his brother was so i grabbed my ugly stick and headed out with him and his girlfriend. We walked down around the bend to a shallow rocky cove at around sun down. we had some minnows and I had full intention of hookin into some monster Walleyes.
Now at this point in my life my fishing knowledge could be poured into a thimble and you would have room for cream, so i looked up to my friends older and much cooler, brother for advice. That was my first mistake. He hooked a minnow right through the head killing it instantly and told me to pitch it out there. I did under a bobber and waited. While i was waiting he tied up his "super duper killer walleye rig" which consisted of a three way swivel one with a 1 ounce dropper shot and two with about 6 feet of line then a MONSTER bait holder with a minnow hooked through the ass.
He's talking this rig up to his girl friend like it's made of gold so i creep closer to see what is going on with it, since you know he is the font of fishing knowledge. He then talks about his special cast as he's waving this tangle of line and hooks around. he whips it over his head starts it forward does sort of a false cast then sends it way far out there with a huge splash. he slowly reels it back in. she's impressed and so am I! I am now envisioning myself with a cast that will cover half the lake and a huge walleye. I go back to my dead minnow reel it in kill another one with a hook through the brain and get ready to cast.
Captain know it all says "hey cast at the same time as me!" I move out to the ledge of the lake envisioning something from a River runs through it full of awesome romance and manliness. I instead in the middle of my false fast wrap my bobber around my pole and hook my scalp with the hook poor dead minnow and all. to top it off i was so in the moment that i tried to complete the cast really imbed that hook in my scalp and snarl up my reel. I of course immediately start to cry/scream.
My fishing guru startled by my screaming like a banshee halted his cast mid cast, bad idea, really bad idea. An ass hooked minnow stuck his girl friends just under the daisy dukes he smashed himself in the side of the head with a 1 ounce weight and i got hooked in the top of my arm.
His girlfriend, God bless her poor soul was the first to recover her wits, and start walking towards the camp, crying softly, forgetting we're still connected, she got 4 feet away from where she started before i started to cry again. Finally we got this all sorted out and limped single file out of the scruby rocky area back to camp.

Thankfully my friends mother was the local vet so the girl friend got 1 stitch in her bottom and I got two in the scalp and 1 in the shoulder. And told us both to just come down to the vets office after the allotted time and she would take the stitches out for free.
My friends dad asked me if I wanted to go home, and was kind enough after dark to drive me the 45 miles back home. My mom gave me tylenol and my dad did his best not to laugh at me or my story. That was the last time I ever fished with that family or on memorial day for that matter. I still have the scar on the back of my now balding head, makes for a good story.

I was fishing along the shore of White Lake in the Adirondacks, just letting the breeze move the boat along. On one cast, i went up and over a limb about 8-10 ft over the water. The bait hit the water and i got a bass. Several other boats in the area were watching me to see what i was going to do. I had no choice, i reeled the fish up and over the limb and it fell back into the water. At that point i played the fish like normal back to the boat. Everyone was laughing so hard i thought they were going to fall in the water. I released the fish.