Kinda not related, but I got two fishing stories and a quad story for you and I swear, I shit you not.
First one was about 15 years ago, I was on an ATV run with some friends. I had a Yamaha Grizzly back then, a 4x4 that can pretty much go through any kinda shit. So we end up at a spot where there's a small creek that's pretty deep in a ditch (like 4-5' high banks, but with only like 1.5' deep water running a bit wild. We're miles from the closest lake or river, on the side of an highway. One of my buddies goes first, it's a close call, the bank on the other side is very steep and he almost falls backwards. Each of us pass, one by one, I'm the last... I do my thing and successfully land on the other side and stop to savor my victory and I hear flip flopping coming from my quad. I look down and there's a 2.5" tiny baby smallmouth bass on my footrest, flip flopping around. Se saved the little buddy by putting it back in the stream.
Another time, with the same ATV, went for a small early evening drive to a local lake we have and come back home. During the last 5 minutes stretch, I hear my quad squeaking like crazy, I figured a bearing or seal must be shot or something. When I get home, the squeaking is intensifying and louder... so I stop my ATV in the driveway with the intention of inspecting it to find what's up, turn off the engine... and the squeaking does not stop. I remove my helmet and look around and found out I had hit a tiny bird while going through the bush. The grill in front of that model was made of a bunch of tiny hexagons and the poor little fella had got his head stuck into one of them and could not pull out and had been chirping for his dear life. I removed him and let him go.
Last but not least, I have a hard time believing it myself to this day. Went fishing with my eldest son when he was like 8 years old. Brought him to a fishing lake where there's a lot of trout. Now this lake is about 3 miles long, 500' wide on average and there are spots which are 150' deep, entrenched in the mountains in northern Quebec. My kid is always hungry, so I brought snacks on the boat so we could last 'til noon before we need to leave the lake for a proper meal. After an hour on the lake, little buddy is hungry so I give him a pack of "Trail mix", a mix of nuts and dried fruits. He eats like 3/4 of it and asks me if he can throw the rest in the lake.. I'm like sure, don't throw the paper, but the nuts and fruits won't hurt anything.. and so he does. The day goes on, we go out to lunch, come back, keep fishing. Kid is uninterested, he didn't catch a single one, was a slow day (I got like 5-6). On the last pass while heading back to the dock, we both get our lines tangled and stuck at the bottom, so we mess around to get them unstuck, success, we bring them back. I shit you not, his worm is gone, but on the tip of his hook there was a dried raisin perfectly planted there. You'd think the little bastard put it there himself, but he was afraid silly of hooks and worms, so no way he played a trick on me and the spot were we got stuck is pretty much exactly where he had dumped the trail mix 6 hours earlier.
let me laught 
(looks like a nice place place anyway. ) We have so many beautiful lakes in Quebec.