This happened a few weeks ago, but it was interesting, and I like telling stories, so I'm gonna tell it anyway.
Memorial Day. We had a family BBQ later that evening, but I decided to go fishing in the afternoon, beforehand. Tried a couple small ponds around town, with no luck. There's this little abandoned pond behind the Kohl's that I've seen some people fishing before and figured I try. Caught a ton, and I mean a TON, of large pumpkin seed. Average size for them was seven inches, biggest was over 9. Caught three or four at 8. Lots of fun. But I like bass.
So I switched ponds again. Caught two small bass on a Texas rigged senko, and decided to try my luck with top water. (whopper plopper to be exact.) Nothing doing. I'm fishing, nothing striking. But it's a nice day, and I'm enjoying it, so what the heck. I keep fishing it.
I notice a smallish snapping turtle at the water's edge, two or three feet in front of me. He eyes me up. I eye him up, we decide we're okay hanging out together, and I keep fishing, and he keeps doing whatever turtles do.
Fifteen minutes later, I've decided it's time to head home. One more cast.
I throw out the plopper, real it back in, nothing all the way back to the shore. I'm about to lift it up out of the water when that old snapper pokes his head out of the water right next to it, eyes it up for a split second, and bites. And I don't have my pliers.
So I drag the old boy onto the shore, hold him in place with my foot, and carefully begin to extricate my lure from his very powerful, very angry mouth. He's mad. I'm mad. He's hissing. I'm cursing.
How do I extricate my hook, you ask? You and me both.
Normally, I would just cut him loose and be done with it. But he had the treble hook caught in both the top and bottom of his mouth. I felt like I would be seriously harming him if I let him go like that, and besides- I wanted my lure back.
It's really tough, leathery skin in there. Kinda like hooking your jeans or something. And all I had at my disposal was the contents of my tackle bag. And it had a surprising lack of actual tools.
I tried using my car keys to pry the hook out of his mouth. And was partially successful, getting the hook out of the top of his mouth But that was working way too close to those jaws for my comfort. And he was activley trying to take off my fingers.
I finally found my fish stringer. The kind you hook through the gill flaps and let them swim in the water until you're ready to bring them home.
I bent the wire of one of the stringer hooks out straight and used that to fish the other treble hook out of the bottom of his mouth. Finally he was free. And I was late for the BBQ.
But it was a fun story to share, and I took a couple pictures.