Doesn't get any better than this...or does it?

[Rich Stern]

Went out on Lake Hartwell late yesterday with my buddy Fred. We rarely get a chance to fish together, so this was a welcome opportunity. The fish are breaking on top all over the place. We decide to troll out from the dock and fish our way out of the cove. On Fred's third cast, he gets a nice largemouth, about 2.5lbs. Great, I'm thinking this is gonna be an awesome evening of fishing. I net the fish for him, and we proceed to bumble getting the fish out of the net. I get impaled with two hooks on one of the trebbles, on my thumb and forefinger, in well past the barbs. We manage to get the fish off and back in the water, but my fingers are stuck together! It takes me about ten minutes of cutting and yanking with a Leatherman to get the hooks out of my fingers. Not too much blood is spilled, but just as I finish, a dark cloud has popped out over the trees, and now we have thunder and lightning. Back to the dock. Proceeds to unexpectedly storm for the next three hours, knocking out the power to the house, too.



Some days, it pays to stay at the office!



This was my first serious impalement with a fishing lure. I didn't realize how hard you could pull on one of those and not have it come. I'm sure many of you know exactly what I mean.



What's your worst "I got hooked" war story?

 

[stan jones]

once, on the first nite of my vacation while fishing after dark(10 o-clock) i catch a 2.5 bass on a torpedo. we netted it and i reach in and grab the lure(i know,stupid). the fish goes crazy. i am hooked to the fish and the net. my friend unhooks the fish and the net. i'm glad i had someone with me. also i barely ever use a net. we drive back to my camp where i take the hook off the lure. everyone says i have to go to the hospital. no way. the frozen margaritas were ready and waiting and i'll be dammed if i was going to miss out. so in the camp i try looping a shoelace around the shank and holding it down and ripping it out like i 've seen on tv. after almost pulling my finger out of joint i gave up on that. no one would come in and watch except for a 12 year old who thought it was cool. then i noticed i could see the point coming thru. i worked the point thru but i couldn't get the barb thru. you wouldn't believe how tough your skin is. i had to get a filet knife and slice the skin around the point which was the most painful part so far. when i got the barb thru i clipped the hook and out it came and instant relief. thanks stan.

 

[David Hunt]

My father, brother, and I were fishing out on a levy type of situation up in Oregon; I am about 10 years old at the time. My brother (12) winds up and cast with his old Zebco and hooks himself in the shoulder really well. Dad takes one look at it and stuffs him in the car and takes off leaving me there by myself until they get back from a hospital where the cut the treble hook and just pulled it through. I never stand near my brother when he is casting nowadays (30 years later). David......

 

[Jeff Duggan]

I have a friend whose older brother got hooked in the eyelid when they were kids. It was their dad that accidently hooked him while casting. To this day my friend's brother doesn't have much of a stomach for fishing. Fortunaltely I haven't been hooked very bad yet.

 

[Marke Cicero]

Fortunetely we never had a good hooking but one time I was out with the boys in the canoe (they were 6 and 2 at the time). The wind was howling and the canoe was getting blown all over the place. Brandyn (6) made one of those pop-fly to the moon type casts and his worm and bobber end up right in a tree. I took his rod and was pulling trying to get the bobber out of the tree. While paying attention to that I did not notice that the wind had spun the canoe so that the kids were now between me and the tree. Well, that bobber finally let go and came flying back like a bullett and hit Devyn (2) right in the face. He had the biggest black eye that I have ever seen...LOL



To this day he still says "Dad, remember when you hit me in the face with the bob?" He's too cute )



Marke

 

[Jim Jackson]

Many years ago while fishing a fantastic bluegill bed out of a 12' vee bottom with a good friend. Both using spinning rods, but I had a fly rod along too. Friend asked to use fly rod and popper. He was having a ball until the wind came up a bit and he commented that he hadn't used a fly rod in years -- just as he made this hugh back cast. I felt this giant WHOP right in the middle of my forehead (wood poppers at 90 mile an hour hit pretty hard.) He heard the same sound and turned towards me only to see the popper buried right in the middle of my forehead. I still remember how big his eyes got as he instinctively gave a GARGANTUAN heave on the rod and removed the popper for me. Although it was in past the bard, it came out without too much permanent damage (thank goodness for small hooks). Being dedicated to the task at hand we continued fishing. Him with more care. Me with a neat stream of blood dripping off the end of my nose....

 

[Rob LaMoy]

Rich, may I officially welcome you to the official Mustad "scarred" club! Wait until the first northern takes away a souvenir from your hand! LOL

 

[mike chip]

Back in high school, A buddy and me skipped school to fish the local lake. After about an hour he switches to a rouge, and on his first cast hooks the back of my neck with all three sets of trebles. There was a decent amount of blood and the ninny passes out. I proceed to pull the trebles out my self with a leatherman which took about one hour, hes woke up but refused to help. Then i had to explain the marks to my parents. fun fun fun. to this day he always makes excuses for that erant cast.

 

[Huck Palmatier]

Still have a scar from removing a 3/4oz daredevel

from a Saranac river pike. He'd swallowed it whole!

...but that's O.T., so you know that little opening

in the back of your one size fits all ballcap? My

(now -Ex) partner slapped me there casting a

crankbait (SO GLAD I had my back to him)and burried

two mustad triple grips up to the hilt in the back

of my head. He tugged on them for about 30 min until

I could stand no more so we headed off to Portsmouth

Naval Hospital for removal. He actually wanted me to

take him home first, and then wanted me to replace

the hooks the doctor had to cut out of me. The Doc

pushed them through until the barb showed, cut the

tip off and then backed them out. No anestesia.

Must've been a PETA freak. God they hurt alot more

coming out then they did going in.