02-08-2010, 06:33 AM
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Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Olympia, WA Posts: 136
| I've never caught myself but I've been caught. When I was a kid, 10-11, a friend and I were fishing at a pond next to his house. I had bent down to fix my hook or something and I didn't hear him say "casting". I stood up just as he cast and I felt something hit the side of my head just above the ear. It felt like someone hit me with a rock. I put my hand on my head and knelt down, when I took my hand away, my hand and entire arm was covered in blood. My friend ran home and his dad came out and wrapped a sheet around my head. Turns out his hook sliced the side of my head in three spots.
Another time my brother was trying to set the hook and he pulled a little too hard. The lure came flying at us and it hit the end of the bill of my hat and stuck there. If I wouldn't have been wearing a hat I would have lost and eye for sure.
My dad on the other hand caught himself with a pickerel. When he went to grab the top of the lure to lift the pickerel out of the water, it jumped and put one of the treble hooks through his forearm. We didn't have any snips so we went to the hospital and they just cut off the barb and pulled it out.
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