Been awhile since I've been back to the pond. Gathered up a few good fishing buddies and my nephews this past weekend and headed out. My nephews live a little closer than me, so they usually drive in and meet us. This time, I had the opportunity to watch the older one play HS Football on the way down, so the younger one hopped in with us after the game and the older one came the next day after practice.
This time was different because we are pumping water into the lake from the bayou. The re-lift is right by our dock, so we barely left the dock because there was a feeding frenzy going on with all the new water being pumped in. Right off the bat, one of my buddies caught a 4 lber and we hammered them all weekend. As stated above, we keep everything in the 10-15 inch range to keep the fishery from getting overcrowded...well this is the first time we caught more over 15 inches than under. Nothing huge, but a lot of good looking fish. I think we totaled about 125 on the weekend, all bass. Kept 45 in the keeper range. First time down there for one of my buddies and he absolutely annihilated us all in numbers and size using a Crickhopper almost exclusively (guess what I'm buying next trip to Academy).
I tried the lily pads again this time and couldn't get any production out of them. It was sure hard to leave that dock where the water was pumping in though, so probably didn't give them a good enough try.
All in all a great weekend, until this happened. We wrapped up fishing and I was packing everything up and putting some extra poles away in the cabin. Well, one of the poles fell over and the mini rat-l-trap on it snagged the bedspread. While I was trying to free the front treble hook from the bedspread, the back treble broke from the hook keeper on the rod and the two remaining hooks on it slingshotted into my thumb and middle finger. To further my frustration, my thumb and middle finger were on opposite sides of the pole I was holding, so I was trapped, stuck to the bed and around the rod. So there I am, holding a rod with my free hand, bending over stuck to the bed with my other. Thinking the hooks weren't that deep, I started trying to pull them out, let's just say that was a mistake! The trebles on this thing were so small, they were deeper than I thought and well past the barbs. Finally, someone walks past the door and I say "I need a little help in here, I'm stuck to the bed right now". Well, this is the older man that takes care of the place and he goes and gets his snips. We cut the line on the lure and carefully pull the rod out to remove it from the equation. He then proceeds to cut the treble off on the thumb side and let me tell you, that tiny barb inside there made it feel like he was cutting off a chunk of my skin. He started to go after the larger piece of the treble still connected to my middle finger, which was still connected to the bed. At this point, I grabbed the snips because I didn't want to go through that again. I finally managed to cut the hook free from the lure and decided to go in to the hospital. As long as there was no movement in the hook pieces in my fingers, there wasn't any pain, but the piece left in my thumb was so small, there wasn't a good way to get it out without cutting my thumb open a little, so no option other than the emergency room on a Sunday.
This is a small town in Arkansas, so there isn't much weekend staff at the hospital. The doctor is obviously on loan for the weekend from their sister hospital in Little Rock because she is asking where everything is. My saving grace is that the nurse on duty is a fisherman and has to walk the doc through the specifics of what to look for removing the smaller piece from my thumb. Then we get to the larger piece and he uses his fisherman's technique to get that out. You make a loop with some stout fishing line and cinch it down around the hook and slide it up through there against the barb. It fills the gap and then a quick POP and the hook comes flying out. This technique keeps the barb from ripping out more flesh and pops it right out. The kicker is, he said if it wasn't for the little piece in my thumb, he said he would have just told me to go out to the parking lot and he would have removed it out there for free! But I did have to get a tetanus shot, an antibiotic shot and an anti-inflammatory to be safe. I told them I had no pain, but they wrote me a prescription for pain meds anyway (wonder why so many are hooked on them!). To top it off, my buddies made me a little present when I got back. I get in my car to back it up to the house for loading and guess what I see hanging on my rear view mirror? Yep, that d**n rat-l-trap! I never have had any luck with rat-l-traps in the past, now I just hate them!
I will have more fish pics later when I can download them off my big camera, but here's a few from my phone.