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I caught exactly ONE in my whole life of Fishing when I was stationed at Red Stone Arsenal near Huntsville Alabama. A civilian Friend took me Cat Fishing on some river I've forgotten the name of. Anyway, my line started dancing around and I set the hook on what felt like a submarine, After a long fight I got a glimpse of what I thought was an Alligator. My Friend said it's a Gar, I want it. I finally got it in to shore a relatively small one, about five feet. I went to kill it with a pilot's survival knife, a five inch fixed blade, and when I stabbed it just behind the gill like I was told to do the point and a bout an inch of the blade went flying off. It was like stabbing a rock. Long story short, we took the thing now dead to my Friends Cousin a Taxidermist who sold the mounted Fish to tourist's for what were then big bucks, $75.00 or so in 1968. I have never caught another nor do I want to.
 
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Wow. I would have thought those knives were tougher than that. Maybe they hardened those knives more or there was a flaw in the steel or maybe those critters are tougher than they look. I've never seen one.
 
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Wow. I would have thought those knives were tougher than that. Maybe they hardened those knives more or there was a flaw in the steel or maybe those critters are tougher than they look. I've never seen one.
Gar's skin is like armor. Those knives weren't really top drawer on my opinion.
 
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I had one in my hands once. Coming back from the showers in VN, I squirted my talcom powder into the fan by a Sgt friends' bunk. He was a medic and came out of his bunk with a hypodermic needle and chased me around the bunks. As I went by an airman's bunk, I unsheathed his 5" survival knife and said, stick me with that and I'll stick you with this. He laughed and squirted me. :LOL: After I got home, he sent me a letter telling me I was an honorary uncle. That night I'd told him how a friend and I went down to DC for a weekend just before VN and ran into some nurses. We palled around and I told him of that night. Out of the blue, he guessed her name, knowing a student nurse in training there. He looked her up when he got home and they were soon married.

I ordered one of those 5" Air Force survival knives from some catalog while there, but it was a cheap repro, not worth anything.
 
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I finally got it in to shore a relatively small one, about five feet. I went to kill it with a pilot's survival knife, a five inch fixed blade, and when I stabbed it just behind the gill like I was told to do the point and a bout an inch of the blade went flying off.
Basically you need a chain saw or one of those used to saw steel, a hatchet and an axe for gar and a notepad to write down all the cuss words you used that moment.
 
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Turtle is the one that puzzles me. There is suppose to be 7 kinds of meat in a Snapper. I don’t know how many I’ve cleaned and cooked but all I’ve managed to find was Turtle Meat. I never kill big ones turn them back for seed.
 

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Turtle is the one that puzzles me. There is suppose to be 7 kinds of meat in a Snapper. I don’t know how many I’ve cleaned and cooked but all I’ve managed to find was Turtle Meat. I never kill big ones turn them back for seed.
I get 4 different colors of meat out of a turtle. The least flavorful, but most tender is the loin and it is whiter than the neck meat. I have never found the other 3 meats, however, and the test is about the same ... kind of like dark meat and white meat in a turkey (not the taste of, but the difference in - if that makes any sense)..
 
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Someone mentioned turkeys and taste. One year we cooked a wild one I'd shot along with a butterball. The butterball tasted like carboard and the wild one reminded me of how turkeys tasted when many of us were kids. Flavorful.
 
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The last three years have sucked if your hobby is shooting and re-loading. Prices have gone thru the roof and availability of reloading components has been sparse. I am throwing in the towel and selling all my guns and reloading equipment. I am buying a john boat with a 20 HP outboard motor and will pursue Alligator Gar in the Trinity River south of Dallas for the rest of my life. My mind is made up and I am moving on. This is what 67 year old fat men do, I will post photos.
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I have a true story to tell about a Gar, my father and Me.
My Father had polio when he was a child so his left foot just hung down when he walked so he had a bad limp. Now you have to use a little imagination because his walk is part of the story.

We lived in Tupelo, Ms. and there is bottom land all around us. There is one bottom called "20 mile" because it is about 20 miles long. 20 mile has many old slews and creeks running through it. Well dad and I were on one of those creek feed slews fishing for cat fish. We had caught maybe 5 or 6 cats when dad calls out I got a good one and he did his pole was bent almost double at one point. He had just landed a 6 lb cat and the rod bent but not that much. He said it must be a 20 or 30 pounder. He fought the fish for about 20 minutes and asked me to take over for a bit which I did for about 10 minutes, see I was only 14 at the time. Well The fish started tiring and dad took back over. The waters edge was not very steep for the first 5 feet then it went up at a steep angle making a bank. After another 2 or 3 minutes that fish gave up and started coming in easy. Dad still thought it was a big catfish. When that fish broke the surface and dad seen what it was he started backing up fast because the fish was coming on the bank and it wanted to take a big bite out of dad. Think about dad backing up with that bad leg with a fish chsaing him. LOL well Dad had a 22lr 4 barrel pistol on him and he drew and shot that gar 4 time with very little effect. Lol. Dad got to that bank and could not climb out. The gar was snapping at his heels. I had a old 6 inch bladed knife I carry so I naturally tried to put a stop to the gar and did after a minute or two. I stabbed it and it turned and started after me and almost got a bite out of my leg. lol. Well as a teenage boy I practice throughing a knife and so I threw that knife at the gars eye and it stuck in it. The gar flopped around a while before it died.
My dad and I could laugh about latter on but at the time it was serious. I can still see my Dad backing away as fast as he could from that gar lol and it was comical. Dad passed on many years ago. I am 71 years old now so this happened 57 years ago.
So if you do go gar fishing which dad and I have many times since caught gars be very careful cause they can hurt you worse than a shark.
 

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I have a true story to tell about a Gar, my father and Me.
My Father had polio when he was a child so his left foot just hung down when he walked so he had a bad limp. Now you have to use a little imagination because his walk is part of the story.

We lived in Tupelo, Ms. and there is bottom land all around us. There is one bottom called "20 mile" because it is about 20 miles long. 20 mile has many old slews and creeks running through it. Well dad and I were on one of those creek feed slews fishing for cat fish. We had caught maybe 5 or 6 cats when dad calls out I got a good one and he did his pole was bent almost double at one point. He had just landed a 6 lb cat and the rod bent but not that much. He said it must be a 20 or 30 pounder. He fought the fish for about 20 minutes and asked me to take over for a bit which I did for about 10 minutes, see I was only 14 at the time. Well The fish started tiring and dad took back over. The waters edge was not very steep for the first 5 feet then it went up at a steep angle making a bank. After another 2 or 3 minutes that fish gave up and started coming in easy. Dad still thought it was a big catfish. When that fish broke the surface and dad seen what it was he started backing up fast because the fish was coming on the bank and it wanted to take a big bite out of dad. Think about dad backing up with that bad leg with a fish chsaing him. LOL well Dad had a 22lr 4 barrel pistol on him and he drew and shot that gar 4 time with very little effect. Lol. Dad got to that bank and could not climb out. The gar was snapping at his heels. I had a old 6 inch bladed knife I carry so I naturally tried to put a stop to the gar and did after a minute or two. I stabbed it and it turned and started after me and almost got a bite out of my leg. lol. Well as a teenage boy I practice throughing a knife and so I threw that knife at the gars eye and it stuck in it. The gar flopped around a while before it died.
My dad and I could laugh about latter on but at the time it was serious. I can still see my Dad backing away as fast as he could from that gar lol and it was comical. Dad passed on many years ago. I am 71 years old now so this happened 57 years ago.
So if you do go gar fishing which dad and I have many times since caught gars be very careful cause they can hurt you worse than a shark.
I have spent a lot of time in 20 mile bottom, Beck lake, Tombigbee river and a lot of other places around there.
 

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I have a true story to tell about a Gar, my father and Me.
My Father had polio when he was a child so his left foot just hung down when he walked so he had a bad limp. Now you have to use a little imagination because his walk is part of the story.

We lived in Tupelo, Ms. and there is bottom land all around us. There is one bottom called "20 mile" because it is about 20 miles long. 20 mile has many old slews and creeks running through it. Well dad and I were on one of those creek feed slews fishing for cat fish. We had caught maybe 5 or 6 cats when dad calls out I got a good one and he did his pole was bent almost double at one point. He had just landed a 6 lb cat and the rod bent but not that much. He said it must be a 20 or 30 pounder. He fought the fish for about 20 minutes and asked me to take over for a bit which I did for about 10 minutes, see I was only 14 at the time. Well The fish started tiring and dad took back over. The waters edge was not very steep for the first 5 feet then it went up at a steep angle making a bank. After another 2 or 3 minutes that fish gave up and started coming in easy. Dad still thought it was a big catfish. When that fish broke the surface and dad seen what it was he started backing up fast because the fish was coming on the bank and it wanted to take a big bite out of dad. Think about dad backing up with that bad leg with a fish chsaing him. LOL well Dad had a 22lr 4 barrel pistol on him and he drew and shot that gar 4 time with very little effect. Lol. Dad got to that bank and could not climb out. The gar was snapping at his heels. I had a old 6 inch bladed knife I carry so I naturally tried to put a stop to the gar and did after a minute or two. I stabbed it and it turned and started after me and almost got a bite out of my leg. lol. Well as a teenage boy I practice throughing a knife and so I threw that knife at the gars eye and it stuck in it. The gar flopped around a while before it died.
My dad and I could laugh about latter on but at the time it was serious. I can still see my Dad backing away as fast as he could from that gar lol and it was comical. Dad passed on many years ago. I am 71 years old now so this happened 57 years ago.
So if you do go gar fishing which dad and I have many times since caught gars be very careful cause they can hurt you worse than a shark.
Now, that’s a fish story!
 
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