When I was 14 I was fishing the Saskatchewan River for walleye. We’d ride our bikes from our house in town down to the river and spend the day there. In the summer the Americans would be up in mass for what was called “The Premiers Cup”. On one such day while I was fishing a boat with a US flag trolled past while I had my line out. He clearly saw me but came in over my line as I was in a good spot. His boat missed my line but one of the lines from his boat caught mine. I waded out into the river to untangle us while listening to him swear at me (as though it was my fault). I pulled the hooks apart from one another and before I could release his line he hit the gas and sunk the hook into my hand in a slightly less brutal but non the less painful manner. He pulled me into the deeper part of the river as he swung back to see what the fuss was about. When they pulled up along side me – water up to my chest – they could see what was happening. I got a “stupid kid” as the woman with him clipped the line. It was obvious I would have to head to the hospital to get it removed so he said I could keep the hook and motored off (generous eh?). I road my bike back several km’s back to town where the Dr. in the ER clipped the hook at the bottom of the shank and pushed it the rest of the way through my hand. I got a tetanus shot, hopped on my bike and went back to the river until dark. I was more upset that my fishing had been interrupted than I was over the hole in my hand….
NoEffingWay
May 7, 2016 11:42 am
Finally, a selfie worth taking.
Muck About
May 7, 2016 3:45 pm
That has just got to hurt!
MA
ILuvCO2
May 7, 2016 5:02 pm
That is nasty. A few years ago I was taking my son and a friend bass fishing out on our pond. All of a sudden there is a ‘thwap’ and a sting on the side of my bald head. Kids backcast put a circle hook all the way through the skin on my scalp and out again. It was an interesting motor back with circle hook and attached wacky senko rig hanging off the side of my head like some indian head gear.
IndenturedServant
May 7, 2016 5:08 pm
FISH ON!
IndenturedServant
May 7, 2016 5:19 pm
When I was 12 our family moved from MT to SC but we first took a road trip to Portland, OR. On that road trip we stopped at The Dalles dam on the WA side of the WA/OR border to tour the damn and fish for dinner that night.
Somehow I managed to hook my own ass with a treble hook through my jeans. It was a real bonus when I had to drop trou and lean on the tailgate of the truck while my father pushed both prongs of the hook on through and cut the barbs off with wire cutters……….all on the shoulder of a busy highway with a small crowd of onlookers.
IndenturedServant
May 7, 2016 5:23 pm
@FM, Yep that sounds like so many other stories of ‘Muricans making friends everywhere they go. I believe I would have pelted his ass with rocks.
Francis Marion
May 7, 2016 5:58 pm
IS,
Well, even at 14 I was smart enough to know that assholes abound everywhere. I’ve found my fair share all over the planet as well as right here at home too. 🙂
ILuvCO2 – you should have taken a pic and posted it here….
Llpoh
May 8, 2016 1:55 am
I call fake. Getting the barb through, yes could happen. But I see no way for it to go through top of fingers, through and back up through the palm. Plus the pucker on the palm side does not make sense, either.
A guide I was with managed to hook himself with a big treble attached to a severely pissed off and flopping big fish. He passed out from the pain/damage being inflicted, so we took that opportunity to kill the fish, and shove the barbs through and cut him free.
Hah!
When I was 14 I was fishing the Saskatchewan River for walleye. We’d ride our bikes from our house in town down to the river and spend the day there. In the summer the Americans would be up in mass for what was called “The Premiers Cup”. On one such day while I was fishing a boat with a US flag trolled past while I had my line out. He clearly saw me but came in over my line as I was in a good spot. His boat missed my line but one of the lines from his boat caught mine. I waded out into the river to untangle us while listening to him swear at me (as though it was my fault). I pulled the hooks apart from one another and before I could release his line he hit the gas and sunk the hook into my hand in a slightly less brutal but non the less painful manner. He pulled me into the deeper part of the river as he swung back to see what the fuss was about. When they pulled up along side me – water up to my chest – they could see what was happening. I got a “stupid kid” as the woman with him clipped the line. It was obvious I would have to head to the hospital to get it removed so he said I could keep the hook and motored off (generous eh?). I road my bike back several km’s back to town where the Dr. in the ER clipped the hook at the bottom of the shank and pushed it the rest of the way through my hand. I got a tetanus shot, hopped on my bike and went back to the river until dark. I was more upset that my fishing had been interrupted than I was over the hole in my hand….
Finally, a selfie worth taking.
That has just got to hurt!
MA
That is nasty. A few years ago I was taking my son and a friend bass fishing out on our pond. All of a sudden there is a ‘thwap’ and a sting on the side of my bald head. Kids backcast put a circle hook all the way through the skin on my scalp and out again. It was an interesting motor back with circle hook and attached wacky senko rig hanging off the side of my head like some indian head gear.
FISH ON!
When I was 12 our family moved from MT to SC but we first took a road trip to Portland, OR. On that road trip we stopped at The Dalles dam on the WA side of the WA/OR border to tour the damn and fish for dinner that night.
Somehow I managed to hook my own ass with a treble hook through my jeans. It was a real bonus when I had to drop trou and lean on the tailgate of the truck while my father pushed both prongs of the hook on through and cut the barbs off with wire cutters……….all on the shoulder of a busy highway with a small crowd of onlookers.
@FM, Yep that sounds like so many other stories of ‘Muricans making friends everywhere they go. I believe I would have pelted his ass with rocks.
IS,
Well, even at 14 I was smart enough to know that assholes abound everywhere. I’ve found my fair share all over the planet as well as right here at home too. 🙂
ILuvCO2 – you should have taken a pic and posted it here….
I call fake. Getting the barb through, yes could happen. But I see no way for it to go through top of fingers, through and back up through the palm. Plus the pucker on the palm side does not make sense, either.
A guide I was with managed to hook himself with a big treble attached to a severely pissed off and flopping big fish. He passed out from the pain/damage being inflicted, so we took that opportunity to kill the fish, and shove the barbs through and cut him free.
Good call, llpoh