Or maybe just the event itself was strange 
I managed to reel in a 2 lb(I weighed it)...... 6 1/2ft.... fishing pole.(definitely a lunker)
The strange part was, it wasn't together, it was still neatly broken down, ready for transport, and came complete with a 3" wally diver tied on, and attached to the eyelet. How it came to be sitting on the bottom of the river, 20yds. from shore is.....strange.
The strangest event happened while my buddy & I were drifting down the river. We had jigheads on, and were bouncing minnows off the bottom. (actually this happened very near to where I found the fishing pole.......strange)
My buddy had just pulled his minnow up when he felt a tug,
then his pole started bending,.....and bending,.....and bending some more,.....then the line started running out,....and running out,...etc.He said, "I think I'm snagged". I said, "yah....looks like" Then I said, "just cut it off and put a new jig on, we got lot's a minnows". He say's, "NO WAY, that's my lucky jig, I've never been skunked with it".
I'm thinkin, yeah,... right.
(fishermen aren't really strange like that......are they?)Being the nice guy that I am,
I reel in my line, start the boat, turn it around, and head back up stream. I go a little past where he's "snagged", hoping it will come free. His pole is still doubled over, but, he's cranking something in. It comes up so far and....zing...back down it goes. Starts cranking it in again, same thing happens.
He starts a third time, then says,"Hey, .....there's something down there"
I'm thinking, No S#$T, sherlock....it's called a log. (please remember, that I'm still sitting in drivers seat, trying to hold the damn boat in this position)
I turn around and glance at his rod tip, sure enough it does a little song & dance, before plunging back down for a third time.
I'd seen enough, gunned the motor for a second, shut it off, jumped up, tossed the anchor up stream, and tied it off.
I start rummaging around for the net and ask him, "okay, what's it doin now" He says, "it's just laying there" I spy the handle of the net, so I tell him to try bringing it up one more time.
He starts bringing it up once again,....up.....up.....up...twitch,twitch.....zing.
Well...., I'm not driving anymore, the nets beside me, so I relax, and let him do his elevator routine for awhile.....a long while.
I start to wonder why this thing won't run, just up, ....down, .....up, ....down, ...up....etc.
Maybe he's got a real hot date down there....or fishy porno movies..or something (it's amazing what goes through your head when you're bored)
Finally,
since I had to be at work for Monday morning, I suggested that he tighten the drag a bit.After a couple more tries, he reluctantly agreed....and up it came again, ......up, .....up, ....twitch, twitch, ....up, ....twitch, twitch, ....up....up.. (I grabbed the net and leaned over the side)....up...
It had to be close now... the tip was twitching pretty good. .... I looked as it came into view....the most beautiful piece of waterlogged pine I'd ever seen.
I threw down the net and reached over to grab it. At this point, whatever the line had been tangled on the log with, must have broke off.
The next thing I knew, this 6" rock bass whizzed past my ear like a bullet
...straight up in the air. Have you ever heard a rock bass scream....(I know, you're sayin fish can't talk)...but... I swear, I heard this one.
My buddy lost his balance, stepped backward and sat down hard......on my boom box.
(it never boomed again, after that) The bass continued his skyward journey till,.....he ran out of line, at which point, hs stopped abruptly...grew 3"....then started back down at an even faster rate,...where he collided with the deck, nose first,....shrunk 4", tipped over on his side, and laid there.
After collecting our thoughts...and considering it appropriate, we gathered around, said a few choice words...and buried the little fella at sea.
Since he hadn't been "skunked" again, my buddy put his lucky jig head away, and we continued on our way.
I, however, now get a strange tingling sensation,
whenever he digs it out of his tackle box. 
