This the madman who I alluded to in my post regarding the member who night fished the Glades for lunkers.
While this didn't happen to me, I witnessed it all first hand from feet away, and your story reminded me of it.
One summer night I was admiring old salty redneck Shark hunters like rock stars at the end of an Outer Banks pier, and they'd lower a 25-30lb Tuna head down to a runner in a kayak below the pier where'd he paddle it out past the second sand bar. These guys fished year-round for sharks on the piers and would catch 500lb+ ones.
Long story short, they ended up catching a big Ray on one of the smaller baits, and this old salty veteran in front of a large crowd of growing sight seers, non-chantingly placed his flip flop on the top of the Ray, then reached to remove the hook. It was at this time that the big Ray decided he'd suffered enough insult and whipped it's big poison barbed tail into this 250lb man's lower leg above the ankle region.
Old boy couldn't be convinced to go to the hospital, shrugged it off immediately, but within about 20mins he had to be helped all the way back into the pier house where he was put in a chair and 911 called. Even when EMS arrived, he refused to go to the ER so the medics ran IVs and medication right where he sat. When I left that night, he was passed out with an IV in his arm. Sure as the sun comes up, dude was shark fishing with a 12pack the next night like nothing happened ?
Man I loved fishing from those piers as kid in the summers, funny how your story brought back a flood of amazing tales and memories in my mind. I had to get a pic to complete my story lol. That polaroid was taken in the pier house from the story above.