Another Long Point Bay adventure...
Mid-70's, we are out on a family adventure to the Bay. We are four of us in our 14ft fiberglass "run about". Mom's sitting right behind me casting a Mepps number 3 dressed. She reached back to whip out the Mepps, but kinda miss judged her back swing. Yup, I've now got two of the trebles imbedded in the top of my head! She whipped it so hard, the drag ripped as the hooks sunk into my head. (now that was quite an accomplishment, because in order to make my mom happy, my dad had to crank the drag down on the Mitchell 300)
So, there we are, floating a good 5 miles from shore, with my mom giving me what for, for my head being in the way of her cast!
So, dad grabs the pliers and starts reefing in the Mepps! He did eventually get it out and yes, the bleeding did eventually stop. LOL
To this day, I can't even look at a Mepps with a dressed hook without getting a shiver run down my spine!
#2.
Was fishing the Hartley Bay area with some buds, outta a canoe. We were a good two hour paddle from the launch, late 70's time frame. As the day was wearing on, we decided to troll back to camp. I hooked a small pike. I flipped it into the canoe and reached out for it to get the hook out. Well, this pike was like every other pike known to man and it did the usual freak out. (I was using a Rebel minnow bait with three trebles) I ended up with two of the three hooks, imbedded in my baby finger.
First step, kill the fish! Second step, get the lure unhooked from my line. 3rd step, paddle back to camp for an hour with a Rebel lure hanging off my finger!
Once back at camp, we realize that we don't have a first aid kit, but we do have a roll to TP and a roll of masking tape. I had to cut the hooks outta my own finger as my buddy was turning green just looking at the embedded hook. I lost all feeling in that finger for the better part of 5 years!
Yah, yah gotta love fishing!
I won't talk about the time my brother sat on a big ole musky bait out in the Moon River basin. Al three trebles jammed onto his bottom. His wife had to put him in the bed of the p/u truck, laying in his belly on their way to the clinic. Apparently, the doctor was laughing so hard, he had a hard time staying focused!
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