Maybe this has been gone over before on the board but I haven't seen it yet. In honor of Halloween just though I'd see what dastardly deeds were out there to flimflam your best (or worst) fishing partner.
Here's one of my favorites (works best when theres a bunch of canines around or hell, if you are heading to the Red Rooster). Before your partner puts on his neoprenes liberally smear or spray the crotch and a$$ of his waders with your favorite fish scent. Anise and shrimp have always worked well when the pooches are present. He'll have a hard time figuring out why they keep licking his crotch like it was a peanut butter pie.

Good one Dan. Way back in the day one of my fishing partners and I played partical tricks on each other a lot. During a frozen day of winter steelheading I came upon his truck parked along side a river. I found a semi-frozen dead spawned salmon and put it dripping wet on his windsheild to freeze on there. He knew it was me and got me back better the next time we fished together. After we fished I started to smell a growing bad odor in my truck. It got bad enough that I sniffed my way under the seat where he had left a couple sandshrimp. I think we called a truce after that.

RT

I had a friend sneak a squawfish into my tacklebox one season. Yuck, espacially after finding it a few weeks later. I got him back a few weeks later with the p ecker and balls of a deer that I had shot. I left them on his engine block.

If you're driving down the freeway real early and your buddy is sleeping in the passenger seat, look for one of those giant tow trucks towing a semi tractor backwards. Pull up real close behind and SCREAM. When your buddy's eyes pop open he will only see the grill and headlights of a semi truck head-on. (Not recommended for people with heart condition)

[ 10-31-2001: Message edited by: SlabQuest ]

Partical jokes? What, just for kicks you blast him with a death ray?

After going back and forth for awhile I finally tried this. When my fishing buddy returned to his truck to retrieve his lunch I first pulled about 15 feet of line off his reel and snipped it. I then reeled it back on to his drift gear. I then tightened the adjustment on his baitcaster. The results were pretty funny. The first cast went about 5 feet. He grumbled and cussed his reel and cast for a second time. His terminal gear flew over the hole, over the opposite bank and about 50 feet up into the trees. His reaction was total dumbfoundment as he stood frozen in position trying to process what had just happened. I almost wet my waders.

when it`s my job to get the sandshrimp i more than once have put it where no one can see it and when we get on the river i tell them i forgot it, a very shocked look comes over there faces.

Slab', yours reminded me of one I pulled on fishing friend Dave long ago. He was always hyper-concerned about drivers falling asleep on the way back from fishing trips (which isn't such a bad thing). One time coming back from Tillamook he had asked me how I was doing for about the 3rd time before we even crossed the coast range summit. I told him I was just fine, and on this trip I wasn't nodding at all; so he let up and started looking a river views out the right side of his passenger seat. Approaching a long sweeping right curve I leaned my head against the side window and closed my right eye, leaving the left one open. Coming into the curve I kept going straight into the oncoming lane; carefully with my left eye open and no cars coming. Dave freaks and does a combo of yell and grab the wheel at the same time. It was funny at the time but I wouldn't do it again to anyone; not smart.

Okay, my pee can trick! On a wet day when everyone has rain gear on, make all the movements that suggest its time to get rid of the morning coffee. Take the bucket and dip it in the river like your washing it out before you do your business, but fill it half full of water and bring it back into the boat. Go through the motions,(usually no one watches too closely) turn around, trip and dump the bucket on your buddy, immediately apoligize profusely. The reactions are usually priceless and make you laugh until it hurts.

Lets see, Bloody fish guts on a buddies windshield. Needless to say he wasnt too thrilled about it.
Here is a good one to do to a buddy who always has his rig shuttled and has the keys put in the same place. Make sure you beat him to the take out. Grab his keys and move his rig up the road and out off sight. Then hang out at the ramp and watch him freak out about his truck being stolen I did this once, The look on my friends face was priceless.

How about filling their ear with hand lotiion when they fall asleep on the way home after fishing all day?

My "friends" know better than to fall asleep, if I have to drive home whle they are snoring. You just simply wait for them to start snoring, hold the lotion tube about an inch from their ear, and squeeze like hell. If done properly, you can empty the whole tube in their ear canal. Their first instinct is to dig in their ear, which packs the lotion in even tighter. It takes several days to wash it out completely.

One of my favorites is on the way back from productive fishing days on the ocean. Of course with everyone falling asleep in the truck it opens many simple and funny opertunities for practical jokes.

Pop's always falls asleep on the way back and the tempation is to great each time. I just wait for the snoring to begin and yell "FISH ON!!!!!". Eyes fly open and he sets the hook every time . Then of course I am a dog and smart aleck pickle head and I should keep my mind on the road.

I figure it this way. When I was just a youngster he would take me trout fishing. I would sit up in the bow of his old Sea Nymph 12' boat. Making myself comfortable on stacked up life jackets I would proceed to fall asleep. Of course he could not resist the temptation so he would grab my line and give it the wake up the son fish jerk and I would set the hook like there was no tomorrow. Ha ha ho ho he he, he would say. :p

Payback is devine when practical joke are concerned with Pop's.

This one is done while anchor fishing and requires a plastic 2 litre pop bottle and a snoring fishing partner.

Fill the pop bottle about 3/4 full with water, put the lid on, and tie about 2 feet of fishing line to the neck of the bottle. Then tie a snap swivel on the other end and snap it to your buddies line. Let it slide all the way down to his spreader. Veeerrryy fishy looking, especially when you're yelling at him - WAKE UP YOU GOT A FISH ON!!

You can add to his pleasure by putting the p iss bucket, cooler and other obstacles in his way so he trips over them while trying to get to his pole in his half awake stupor.

You have to be standing downstream next to your buddy (victim) to pull this one off.

Reel in your line and wait for your victim to cast. Just before his drift ends, (which should be in front of you) look up river and say, "someone has one on up there." When the victim looks up to check out the action, bump his line with the tip of your pole a few times and watch him go into one of those panic hook sets. It only works one time per victim, but the look on their face lasts a long time.

I have been victimized by this. Just waiting to pull this one off on someone else.

i've done what slabquest did with the freeway scenario many times but I trow a little different spin on it......I don't look for a semi to pull up behind, they aren't always handy when the inspiration occurs. I usually just make sure said partner is asleep then I simultaneously slam the brakes, lay on the horn and yell "holy s--t!"

This has almost produced fist fights, lost partners and other retaliation but the wild-eyed look on their faces as they hit their heads on the roof is worth it. I laughed so hard once I almost DID drive off the road. Most of my partners don't fall asleep in the truck any more.

If you ever get the chance to fish someplace warm that has poisonous snakes, rubber snakes are priceless. I think I have shot 2 and beaten 2 others until the taste of death was bittersweet only to look over to see friends' laughing.

Of course they didn't think it was too funny when I was started dropping their sisters off at 4:30am at the same time I was picking my fishing partner up to go fishing

Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Who's yer daddy?

o.k., this kind of pertains to a couple of threads. This happened to me this morning. last week someone posted about cheap coolers, and i stated the styrafoam ones were great, well they are only great if someone has taken them and cleaned them out after fishing! 2 1/2 weeks ago i took my dad out fishing for the day, and we limited on silvers, well we put the fish in the cooler with a skein of eggs, (small skein of eggs) and drove home, my dad was in charge of bringing the fish in the house and cleaning out the cooler. well, he brought the fish in the house. but, he didn't bring in the eggs nor did he bother to clean out the cooler. This is the part why i know it was a dirty trick he played on me, i asked him, " did you get the eggs and CLEAN out the cooler" he assured me he did and even told me how he had bleached the cooler and towle dryed it and put it back in my van for me. well, i found out the reel story this morning on my way to work, i turned a corner a little sharp, and over went the cooler, the lid popped off, and the small skein of eggs flew out, and then all the old fish slime went all over the floor in the back of my van. on top of that i have an old scrap piece of carpet in the back of the van, acting as a floor mat (this is a cargo van mind you, so the back is all open) the stench that came out of the cooler instantly hit my nose as i looked in the back to see two moldy egg skeins and this black colored slime soaking into my carpet scrap. well the sight and the smell were too much to bear at the same time, this caused me to gag and then heave at the same time, hence forcing coffee to come out my nose, since that's what i was drinking on the way to work. well, i managed to pull over, as i puked the rest of this mornings coffee up! I managed to clean up most of the coffee, and tried to deal with the smell, while dry heaving the whole time. lucklie i was two blocks from work so i drove there with my head out the window. once at work i managed to find some pine sole and doused the inside of the van.

needless to say, my dad is in for some serious pay back, my guess is he laughed all the way home! I'm open to any suggestions on pay back, after this experience there is no holds bared for payback!

Me and a buddy were going to meet one day on the Satsop. He put in up above in his driftboat and I put in below in my sled. I ran upriver to meet him and arrived just as he left to swith rigs. He had left his oars in his boat so I took one and went and hid around a corner and awaited his return. He was pretty upset when he discovered that he only had one oar.

Chumsalmon, the one played on me is tough to beat for some 'odor revenge'. Just place some fresh sandshrimp under his truck or car seat after pinching off their legs so they can't crawl out from under the seat. They die off quickly but the horrid odor comes on in about 3 or 4 days; which really makes him wonder what and where it is coming from. Not much fun to clean up either, but shouldn't ruin any carpet because the shrimp kind of dries as it rots. Best to do in a guy's fishing truck, not his family car!

I agree with RT. The stinky fish trick is hard to beat. Several years ago a buddy and I were fishing the slag pile when I turned around to see him using some of my spare clothes to clean his bait knife. When caught in the act he just had this big **** grin on his face. Later when he wasn't looking I dropped a plug cut herring in his tackle box and covered it with a few squid jigs. About 4 days later I get this call late at night with him yelling about some gelataneous slime in his tackle box. I found it hard to breath I was laughing so hard when he told me the smell had been getting progessively worse over the last few days and wouldn't go away even though he took the garbage out, threw away all the empties and cleaned the bathroom. Finally, he trailed the scent into his spare bedroom where his tackle was stored.