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| I've had opportunities to hear a couple interesting "hooked people stories" lately, mostly from staff at the hospital....
One guy came in the ER about 10:00pm with a rather large hook in his cheek. Went all the way through. His face was all swollen up, looked like a pumpkin. When asked "And what time did this happen?" he responded, "About 7:30 this morning." "7:30 this morning?! Why are you just now coming in?!" Because the fish were biting, of course.
Another came in with hooks buried in the pads of EACH of his thumbs. He fell into his open tackle box.
An older ER doc in the UP has been collecting the hooks he's removed from fishermen for many years. He has them on the wall in his office. He has about 200 hooks so far. |
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| By my screen name a lot of folks thought I was a Doc (I am not) so I heard some good one's
The best one was about a guy who sat on a 10 inch Jake, in doing so he was hooked in a manner by the front and back trebels that would not allow him to stand, sit or walk he had to lay in the fetal position in the bottom of the boat, Having a cell phone on board his partner called 911 as they headed back to the landing, at the landing paramedics had to carry the poor soul to the ambulance for transportation to the hospital, last I heard he can still have children and was back fishing within a week.
There was another one about a guy who went to take a dump in the woods but did not notice the low hornets nest as he dropped his bombs, the hornets were not happy with the aerial assult on thier home and retaliated with a barrage of stinger missles
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| Was fishing a tourney several years ago on Yellow Lake in Burnett County. One unlucky sole was hooked in the cheek with a Suick as it was being cast by his partner. The force of the lure jerked his head around to the right and the front set of trebles got buried behind his right shoulder. This of course kept his head from turning back to the left. Hauled him away to the ER for a hookectomy.
I personally have been hooked by my partner in the head, elbow and chest. None but the head required the doc. to get them out. Many more stories about the ERs "big fish club". Remember never were flip flops while Muskie fishing. |
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| Somewhere in the archives from last fall was a post that was titled "so who got hooked this season" or something close to that...
Jason/Sworrall maybe can look it up... Possibly Nov or Dec.
Mark
Ranger your pictures made me not want to finish my donut this morning...[;)] |
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| I've been hooked several times over the years, but thankfully never with a musky plug. Probably the strangest (if not funniest) happened while fly fishing. The flyline ticked a branch on the backcast and altered the forward trajectory slightly ending with the hook passing through my right earlobe. And pierced ears just hadn't become fashionable for men yet at that time...[:0] Took me quite a while to get the hook barb cutoff as I couldn't see the darn thing and didn't really want to amputate my earlobe in the process...[:knockout:] But at least it didn't require a trip to the ER and I was able to continue the fishing...[;)] |
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| First of two. A few years back I was fishing up in the u.p. with my brother for smallies and walleye and hook into a musky boatside, it's a small fish and I get it in green as hell. The fish is hooked in the back of the tongue with little of the husky jerk out of it's mouth. I reach for my pliers and hmmmm, no pliers. Where are they? On the dock on the lake my brother's in laws cabin is on which is where he last put them. F-ing great. I have no leverage on this lure the way it is hooked and it's green. The fish jerked and put the front treble right into the joint of my right index finger. We did manage to get the fish back and me to the emergency room. The doc said he does this twice a week and had a tough time getting the hook out. |
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| This was the first trip this year, no hooks actually in me but funny none the less. We were casting some docs and my dad hangs up on one. We go over, get out the lure and as we leave the boat swings and the back is going to get into the dock. I reach out with my foot to push off right when my dad gives the trolling motor extra juice. My foot misses the dock and into the water, I am over the boat going in. How I did this I will never know because I was over the side already. I flung myself backards landing on my back in the boat. My foot went under the dock and my lower leg hit the side of the boat acting like a lever. I have no idea why it did not snap. My whole foot was bruised as well as my lower leg and swelled. So, I goto get up and I can't. My ass landed on a lure which hooked my insulated pants and pinned me to the carpeting in my boat! Had my pants not been insulated, I would have had trebles in my butt. |
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| been there, done that ... since my trip to Sweden! I hooked a small pike and it had the three hooks of the belly treble in the upper jaw, lower jaw and the cheek (don't ask me how he did it) + the rear treble in the gillplate. No way I could grab it. Of course I took my pair of pliers while holding on to the leader and freed the rear hook so I could try and grab it behind the neck. That bleeping pike started wriggling and jumping and managed to hook me in the palm of my hand (of course the hand with which I hold the reel! It figures!) and rip the hook right out again. Blood everywhere!! I quickly cut the three hooks, made sure the hookpoint weren't in the pike's mouth and revived it. After he swam away the salty water had already reached my wound so it started to sting even more. I still have the scar of honour for that fish. OUCH!!! But a funny story when looking back. It's things like that that you remember, not the pain.
One lesson here: razorsharp hooks with small barbs help when this happens. I was using gamakatsu hooks which have small barbs so the pike was ABLE to rip the hook out again. If it had been a hook with a large barb, I would have suffered greatly! I now clip the barbs on heavy gauged hooks like on reef hawgs, etc. I don't think I will loose more fish. |
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| This one wins the stupidity hooked story. I wanted to look cool so I had a lure hanging from my rear view mirror in my lil SUV. I tried like heck to remove the hooks beforehand but due to a double split ring I had no luck. I figured how could the hooks be a problem anyway hanging way up there? Well I tell you how... driving down the freeway at 65 mph I decided I needed to adjust my rearview mirror and when I brought my hand back down I hooked my thumb real good. So here I am cruising 65 mph on the freeway hooked to my "cool" looking muskie lure attached to my mirror. Instantly I broke into a sweat and had no idea how I was going to unhook myself. Did I mention I drive stick shift? I slowed down as I was getting light headed and managed to manuever off the freeway using my left hand and knees to steer and shift. I came to a stop, and dislodged the hook by basically ripping it out. Can we say ouch? Dang did that smart. A little blood, some cursing myself out and I was back on the road. Did Cindi learn her lesson? Well, I wish I could say I did. I thought, what are the odds that would happen again? Little did I know, pretty darned good. But this time I was taking the lure off the mirror thinking it wasn't the best idea to have it dangling there even though in my mind it made me look cool. (yeah ok Cindi) Not exactly sure how I hooked myself again but at this point I felt like a complete idiot. 2 puncture wounds in the same thumb wasn't looking or feeling very cool. I did somehow remove the lure from the mirror without any more blood shed. After the wounds healed I wanted to try and remove the hooks one more time so I could safely hang it from my mirror. (Duh Cindi) After much frustration, the wrong tools, a fresh memory of the pain my thumb endured, and a close call to being hooked a 3rd time by a lure that wasn't even close to water let alone a muskie, I put it back in my tackle box and gave up on looking "cool." But now I have a Muskie First sticker on the back window of my lil SUV which has upped my coolness factor tenfold! And the best part is, it won't hurt my thumb. Moral of the story: Cindi isn't always the sharpest pencil in the box... Or maybe it's, never hang a lure with hooks on a rear view mirror? Take your pick or make up your own lol Not sure why I felt compelled to share this seeing how silly it makes me look, but what the heck.[;)]
Next time I get hooked it best have a muskie on the other end!
Cindi [:)] |
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| Ive been hooked twice. The first time I was really young. I was on a fly-in in northern quebec. Nobody but just the people in my group for miles and miles. I was getting frustrated at my rod because I had missed a fish, I went to cast my lure back out and I slipped and let go of the line (spinning setup) and the lure smacked me square in the back of the head (it was a 6" jointed wooden plug). It went through my hat right into my skin. Luckily, only one hooks went in. one of the guys in my group had a "hook remover kit". He wrapped the line around the shank and just yanked it out. It hurt pretty bad. 3 years ago in quebec i had a small pike right at the boat and it gave one last shake and my rapala shot straight at my face. It got hooked in my nose. At first i thought it was just stuck there without the barb being under my skin. I reached up to see what was up and one of the treble hooks was actually stuck up under, on the inside of my nose. it was in pretty deep. My dad couldnt get it through so we went back to the main camp and drove 1 1/2 hrs one way to the nearest "hospital" (hospitals up there are like doctors offices here haha). when we got there this nurse had to let us in the emergency entrance when she saw me she started cracking up. then like 3 other nurses saw me and started laughing. they were all talking in french and i couldnt understand them. Anyway the doctor there was pretty much useless so my dad ended up removing the hook with a couple tools. all the stupid doctor did is give me novacaine. |
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| Im going back to quebec in 3 weeks. Ive now got full body armor. even metal ear shields. i think im ready |
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