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1to392831weretaken
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Bad enough that the first two hours of the family camping trip at Baker Lake were spent setting up camp in a complete downpour, but in the hour or so that the rain broke on Friday, the kids asked that I take them fishing. So my two kids and the nephew and I head down the trail until we find a suitable place to fish. Before I can even get my kids in the water, my nephew has managed to catch his lure in a tree and is asking for help.
It's in there pretty good, so the only course of action was to break it off. So I aimed the tip of the rod at the snag and pulled straight back as you do, averting eyes to avoid the line snapping back, when I hear the snap of a branch instead, then a size-large Rooster Tail with giant rusty treble hook flies into my shin at 100 mph, sinking two barbs balls deep. It's at this point I notice this kid must have last been fishing for barracuda or something, as there's a steel leader at the end of his 5,000,000 lb. test line. No wonder it didn't just break off...
So I fished with the kids (read: unsnagged them, untangled reels, and donated half my lures to their cause) for about an hour or so until it started pouring again, Rooster Tail dangling out of my shin the whole time, then headed back to camp and tried getting the hooks out. Yanking it out was a non-starter, so I disinfected my camp knife and tried cutting the barbs free. Turns out stabbing your own shin is WAY more painful than I had thought it would be!...
So off to the ER in Sedro Woolley (cool fucking city!°) for lure removal. Never been operated on with side cutters and bull nose pliers before, so that was cool. The doctor said it was his first lure removal but had those tools on hand for when he had to extract taser barbs. After seeing how much cutting into me he had to do to free the barbs, I'm glad I didn't continue trying to do it myself. On the bright side, I stayed dry for three hours while my family continued to be dumped on. Also am now up to date on my tetanus shots...
So what did I miss while I was gone? How many five-stars committed?
It's in there pretty good, so the only course of action was to break it off. So I aimed the tip of the rod at the snag and pulled straight back as you do, averting eyes to avoid the line snapping back, when I hear the snap of a branch instead, then a size-large Rooster Tail with giant rusty treble hook flies into my shin at 100 mph, sinking two barbs balls deep. It's at this point I notice this kid must have last been fishing for barracuda or something, as there's a steel leader at the end of his 5,000,000 lb. test line. No wonder it didn't just break off...
So I fished with the kids (read: unsnagged them, untangled reels, and donated half my lures to their cause) for about an hour or so until it started pouring again, Rooster Tail dangling out of my shin the whole time, then headed back to camp and tried getting the hooks out. Yanking it out was a non-starter, so I disinfected my camp knife and tried cutting the barbs free. Turns out stabbing your own shin is WAY more painful than I had thought it would be!...
So off to the ER in Sedro Woolley (cool fucking city!°) for lure removal. Never been operated on with side cutters and bull nose pliers before, so that was cool. The doctor said it was his first lure removal but had those tools on hand for when he had to extract taser barbs. After seeing how much cutting into me he had to do to free the barbs, I'm glad I didn't continue trying to do it myself. On the bright side, I stayed dry for three hours while my family continued to be dumped on. Also am now up to date on my tetanus shots...
So what did I miss while I was gone? How many five-stars committed?
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Bruh...
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Back in my fly fishing guide days (FO @puppylove_sugarsteel ) I would occasionally get a father and young son or daughter who was barely old enough to cast a rod. Rule number one of fishing with kids is crimp the god damned barb down. Rule number two is wear snug fitting sunglasses.
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That's fucked up. As much as I hate a barbless hook, it sure makes hook removal easier in the event of children being involved in your day.
Every time a silver does that coho death roll or the twisting snake move and my fucked up barbless shitass hook pops out, I'm going to think of your story. I've seen some shit in my fishing days - if you get hung up on something, don't look at it. If you're about to net a fish, you should have glasses on and be ready to get smoked in the face by whatever lure your buddy is using.
csb - did you pander your way into some good drugs? -
I had no idea that fishing is as dangerous as going hunting with Dick Cheney
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Yeah, barbs because--even with barbs--I drop more than I catch. I'm not a technically gifted fisherman, although I do quite a bit of it.dflea said:csb - did you pander your way into some good drugs?
As for drugs, no. Not even stitches, as he preferred to leave it open and let it drain. Interestingly, it never hurt. Not going in, not dangling there, not even when I tried tugging it out. Only hurt (like a MOTHERFUCKER) when I started stabbing a hot knife into my leg. Doc numbed me for the cuttin', and I was sure I was going to feel those cuts once the lidocaine wore off, but nope. No biggie. Looks like a giant snake bit my leg.
Oh, and I always fish with glasses and always look away when hung up on something. -
I had a buddy who back in college who used to say he had barbless nuts.
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Get this: This afternoon, I'm out in my yard hosing down all my nasty wet camping gear and leaving it out to dry because fuck camping, when a bee decided to sting me right in the soft webbing between two of my toes. The camping/fishing trip that just keeps on giving!
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Tape yourself to your couch for two days. Anything you do might kill you. You are caught in a vortex of suck. I've been there many tims myself.1to392831weretaken said:Get this: This afternoon, I'm out in my yard hosing down all my nasty wet camping gear and leaving it out to dry because fuck camping, when a bee decided to sting me right in the soft webbing between two of my toes. The camping/fishing trip that just keeps on giving!
