I'm Hooked

[porkleaker]

quite literarlly. Fishing with my friend the other night he catches a bass, I catch one and reel it in. The thing shakes like mad and the the treble hook on the hulapopper goes right through the skin on my knuckle. He's struggling to get his fish unhooked and meanwhile the bass attached to my finger is shaking wildly. Finally, my friend unhooks his bass and scrambles for some pliers. Uh-oh, he can't find any, so we use my multitool. Turns out it sucks and it gets stuck as he clamps down. So now I've got a hook through my knuckle, a multitool and an irate bass all hanging from my skin. I ended up unhooking the bass and getting the multitool off but we had to go back and find a decent pair of pliers to actually cut the hook off. It was a decent bass and by far my worse fishing accident.

 

Tell me your best fishing accidents.

[OroBass]

Ouch I haven't hurt myself yet but I know it's coming.

[BassinLou]

Sounds painful. Fish long enough and an injury is bound to happen. My latest injury, 2yrs ago landed me at the ER. Small Rapala treble hook really got caught in the meaty part of my thumb. The doc brought a pair pliers and some local anesthesia. He had to work to take it out. Thank goodness for the anesthesia...LOL 

[mcgreggor57]

Ouch I haven't hurt myself yet but I know it's coming.

Ditto, save for taking a tumble by stepping in a hole while beating the bank.

[geo g]

Wow that must have hurt! If you fish long enough its going to happen especially if you use treble hooks. After doing it several times I always carry pliers but more important a good pair of wire cutters in the boat. Wire cutters get the job done if it goes all the way through, or just push it through. When you least expect it ---- happens!

[porkleaker]

Yeah, it happens to everyone eventually. I'm mostly paranoid about someone else casting and hitting me in the eye or face, that wouldn't be fun at all. And as of now there's a pair of pliers and wire cutters and first aid kit on the boat now hah. 

Actually, I did step on a boat anchor once, it was a really old one I got from my grandfather along with his boat when he passed away. It was ridiculously pointy and rusty and went right through my shoe into my foot. Thank god I haven't had my tetanus shot in forever.

[smokethis]

My worst one was a carp i caught from my kayak (not carp fishing).  I went to grab it to unhook it from the treble hook on the lure i was using and of course the fish starts flopping around all over and i get a barb in my thumb.  Now I am really mad first it was a carp then i get hooked.  I found my pliers and started to grab the fish to un hook it again so i could get the hook out of my thumb.  Once again fish starts flopping around and now the barb is in my thumb,  I finally get the fish of the lure and go to pull the hook out and cant get it because it has now starting coming through the other side of my skin.  I ended up cutting the one side of the treble hook off and pushing it the rest of the way through.  Not fun but i did finish fishing that day.

[Paul s]

Ive never had treble hooks go through my fingers but I have slammed a 1 oz jig into my forehead by settingbthe hook and it come flying through the water like a rocket sled on rails, hurt like a MOFO!

[Bluebasser86]

Wow, you guys are lucky, or maybe I'm just clumsy. I've had a hook in the back of my calf that had to be pushed through and cut off. My dad drug a deep diving crankbait across the length of the top of my head on his back cast, I had 3 bloody streaks torn in my scalp that burned like my hair was on fire. Worse was when my dog grabbed my buddies bait as it was swinging from the end of his rod. He got hooked through the lip but when I tried to grab him, he shot backwards between my legs and buried the front treble into the side of my finger, so I was connected to 50lbs of panicked mutt via an Original Rapala and a #6 VMC treble. I had to tackle him and lay on him until my buddy could cut the hook that was through my dogs lip then go to the emergency room myself.

Probably the funniest was several years ago at a golf course pond. There was a terrible drought that year and all the fish in the golf course pond were confined in one deep pool that was left and we were out there trying to snag the monster grass carp after dark. Of course lots of fish were succumbing to the shallow, stagnant, overheated water and littering the bank. Unbeknownst to me, there was a large carp or catfish dead right on the edge of the tall grass I was walking through that a very large (and apparently territorial) raccoon had laid claim to. I popped out of the grass and immediately my headlight flashed on one of the biggest raccoons I've ever seen, and my the growls and teeth flashing, he wasn't happy. We had a stalemate that seemed like an hour but was probably 15-30 seconds before he dropped his head and charged and I wheeled around and ran as fast as I could towards the way I came from. I didn't know the pond well but there was a thick stand of bushes that blocked my escape route but it was clear on the other side. My game plan was to dive over them and hopefully roll and get back on my feet before I had an angry raccoon in my lap. I dove, didn't quite clear the top of the bushes that turned out to be blackberry bushes (stickers galore), and continued running for a bit until I realized the raccoon must have either figured that was good enough when I jumped the bushes, or he was rolling around on the ground laughing at me back there. I was bleeding pretty bad from the inside of my thigh where the stickers tore me up through my shorts, good enough I still have the scars. My biggest regret of the whole situation was that my buddy that was with me had no idea what was going on. He said he heard all kinds of growling and yelling before he saw the light from my headlamp moving really fast back down the bank before it bounced up in the air and landed on the ground. We were at the same pond the next night when I stepped on a ground hornets nest, I quit fishing that pond after that night. 

[SirSnookalot]

The latest episode of being hooked was last year.  Fishing off the beach I catch a bluefish, they can be pretty feisty.  The fish is jumping around before I can grab it, one 4x  #2 VMC hooks is in the fish and the other treble from the Poppa Dog gets embedded in the back of my calf.  I manage to unhook the fish, wasn't easy with all the flopping around, now I have to deal with my leg.  I push the hook all the way thru, my pliers were not strong enough to cut the barb or flatten it down.  About 10 minutes later I get help, that person was able to get down lower for better leverage.  The exact same scenario with the same happened 1 year prior to this, got help with that one too.  I get nervous every time I use a Poppa Dog.

[ColdSVT]

The spook was put there by a mid 20inch Ladyfish

[HeavyFisher]

Guess I'm lucky? 15 years fishing and I've never hooked or cut myself. I have tripped a few times walking to my fishing spots though, does that count?

[middletonbass]

Back when I was a whopping 10 years old, I was fishing with my Mom and Stepdad at Toledo Bend. We were in a 12 foot lake boat -- my Mom in the middle seat, me at the bow, and my stepdad at the stern driving the boat. The water began to boil with feeding bass and the excitement for a boy of my age was more than I could stand. I had a triple-treble hook top water plug on my pole and began throwing to the middle of the boil as fast as I could. Bass on every cast....it was something i'll never forget. After about three bass, I went for the forth...wound up and flung the plug as far as I could.....but when i followed through, I had nothing on the end of my line. What? Where did my plug go?

 

Turns out when I wound up to throw, I didn't look behind me. The plug hit the back of my Moms hair and when I threw it, all three treble hooks buried into the back of her head. Thankfully, she was not looking at me! Needless to say, the fishing was done, my Mom went to the local doctor who cut the plug out of her head, and I was banned from throwing plugs for the forseeable future. I'm 55 now and that incident still sticks in my mind. Not the way to end a great day of bass fishing!