shrimp/prawn shells with a little juice. put them in a small zip-lock bag with a piece of cantalope. then tuck the baggy under the springs on his truck seat. the odor gets really bad and when he puts his hands under the seat to feal around can't be found because the bag is actually off the floar.


allso try takeing one of those breath mints you find in the honey buckets. (a new un-used one) grind it into small bits. allmost a powder. now you have the perfect oder to really drive someone crazy. a small pinch in their shirt pocket or in the ash tray can be very hard to find.


dcrzfitter

My old man always used to rib a friend of the family about an incident that happened when they were bunking together in forestry school. The friend had a weakness for chocolate covered raisins, and my father (oh! the shame!)went out into the woods one day, picked up some deer poop, dipped each little droplet in chocolate, and offered them to his friend, who wholeheartedly ate them.

I am 34 years old; by my reconing, I've heard this story approximately 23 times (at Christmas, when we usually visit those family friends, except for the couple of years after the hostess served that weird seafood medeley...&c.). My father (the depravity!) loves to rub this story in his friend's nose, although he too savors chocolate covered raisins.

But then came the time, shortly after Christmas, when I was steelheading on the Green River, and happened across a freshly deposited pile of glistening little deer droplets. I took them up, dear reader, I did, and on my way home I stopped and bought some chocolate. It was difficult to get each little droplet covered in chocolate, but I managed to make some impressive looking turtle-type things--clumps of chocolate-covered deer poo--that I left out on wax paper to cool.

I'd risen early; I now napped in front of the TV, and didn't hear a peep from the family until they called me to dinner. Imagine my surprise when I went upstairs and saw that THREE OF THE CLUMPS WERE GONE. Little wrinkles in the wax paper clearly traced their outline.

My father no longer tells that story at Christmas. I don't think he finds it so funny any more. He certainly had no laughing words for me...

Once on a five day fishing trip to Pyramide lake in Nevada near Reno one of my buddys took a day off from fishing "single guy" and when we got home found out that he had planted books of matches in one of our other buddys bags and clothes from the moonlight bunny ranch and Kittys pussy cat lounge complete with a mini menu of the service rendered at each... His wife found them and went nuke on him. Pretty mean little trick that was. He has not been able to go down there with us since then. The perp fessed up but she still don't belive us.

How about that baseball game !!! The difference between a Yankee and a quickie is you do it to yourself...

GREAT! you guys have given me some wonderful ideas, i think i'm going to have to use RT's shrimp idea, it will have to wait until christmas time, when my dad and i always do our traditional steelhead trip. the planning starts now!

on another note i have a trick i played on a buddy i was working with, i worked at a sporting good store for about 4 or 5 years, we ended up hiring a guy to work our clothing dept. but, he was always over in the fishing area. He was really green when it came to fishing, i mean this guy didn't have a clue. but, i'll give him credit, he really wanted to get into fishing. well, trout season was comming up, so he bought his float tube, waders, trout rod etc...etc..., well opening day came and went, it was about the second or third week of trout season, we decided to go to a local lake and try trout fishing, and the New guy tagged along, we were catching fish like crazy and he couldn't buy a bite! he got really frustrated and finally at teh end of the day he had to ask us what we were using. I instantly came up with this idea. I told him we were using S.S.P.B (Super Secret Power Bait), if he only knew! if he had paid attention he should have noticed we were trolling (with flys no less) and really couldn't have been using power bait. Anyway, he really wanted some of this S.S.P.B., now of course the stuff didn't exist, but i told him i would be happy to oblige and i would bring some the next day to work. i went home that night and quickly made some play dough, died it this dark red with food coloring, and added the so called secret ingredients, (motor oil, a little glitter, red hot pepper flakes, and what ever else i could come up with) so i bring it in to work the next day, of course the guys i worked with couldn't wait, they had prepared the jar and a label that said S.S.P.B., in the same shape as regular power bait jars would be. this, is the bad part, one of my buddies actually took the jar into the bathroom and added a little Yellow substance to it too! well, later that day we gave it to him, boy was he excited, couldn't wait to go try it, i mean he was pumped, course we told him don't open it until you get to the lake, and all kinds of foney advice.
we all agreed to go to the lake after work, so that's what we did we all met at the lake, and worked our way out with the float tubes to the fishing area, and sure enough, the New guy pops the lid off the new S.S.P.B. and we did the same (we had to fish power bait just to go along with this hoax, that and we wanted to see him actually use it!) well, we all cast out, and i SWEAR within 1 minute, the NEW guy had a fish! we all about **** when we saw this! The worst part was he caught his 5 trout limit in less that 30 minutes, and the rest of us caught nothing, the rest of the night! I mean not even a bight! we all looked at each other and i think out jaws were hitting the water! none of us caught anything that night, except the NEW guy! I still laugh to this day, when i think about what we did and how it backfired on us!

i don't know if there is a moral to the story but, from that point on none of us messed with the NEW guy!

Funny stuff guy's. Did you know that a container of nightcrawlers left under a seat, truck, van, car, makes for one of the worst smelling events you can imagine? I found out by accident when we went to visit a friend in Oregon. My wife and said friend, went off for a day of shopping in our car, while I went fishing in her, the friends, truck. I bought two containers of nightcrawlers and accidently left one under the seat. Well when we got back home there was a pretty nasty message on the phone, can't print the language here, but I haven't been back there in 5 years! Depending on the weather, it can take several days before the friend (victim) will start to wonder what the hell that gawd awfull smell is!

This one takes the cake. A bunch of us were plunking a fast dropping high water. After a few hours of no action my friend went back to his rig to get his drift rod, while leaving his plunking set up fishing. As soon as he was out of sight I took a spool of line tied to a snap swivel, clipped it to his mainline and slid it out into the river, ran the line down past a couple of rod holders and back up to my folding chair. When he returned and was trying to rig up for drifting I'd give the line a little jerk to make his bell ring. He'd stop and walk over to his rod and wait. He'd return to riggin up and another little tug and ring. He was getting impatient with this pesky "fish". I let a couple of minutes go by and let him have it. I had that bell ringing to the tune of a twenty-plus pounder. He dropped everything and ran down to his rod to set the hook. He pulled back and I pulled forth until the snap swivel came up out of the water and the cat was out of the bag. Everyone there was in on it and it was the most hilarious thing I've ever seen!

Don't have time to read them all right now, so I don't know if this has been mentioned or not, but here goes. Short and simple. Carefully place a couple porno mags in your buddie's garage. When the wife/girlfriend see that, they'll be out on the couch. Probably too harsh, haven't tried it, nor will I probably ever try it. Might be fun for some of you though.

If you wish to get back at someone in a serious and meaningful way I suggest this..
Tell his wife what he really spent his money on!!

Geeez, you mean guys! Some rotting bait or line jerks is one thing, but jeopardizing a marriage by leaving serious doubt is going a little over the line - don't ya think? A lot over actually. Too many other benign funny things to do instead.

RT