"aaaaarrrgghh! I Hooked Myself In The....."

[Brian Wise]

So I was fishing by myself on, of course the NFOW....had a nice big golden stone and a dropper on and heard a fish work behind me so I layed a cast down and nothing. Stupidly, I turned back around to the water I was initially working to make another cast and WHACK, golden stone through the cartilage in my ear. I hadn't been on the river long so I bit the line off and left the fly in my ear.

A couple hours later I show up at home and just look at my wife, she says "What are you looking at?".....I don't say a word but turn the pierced ear toward her and she laughs hysterically and says "LET ME GET MY CAMERA!!" And that is now the header image on my blog

[Al Agnew]

Let's see...I've really been pretty lucky. Only had three hooks in past the barb. First time was the worst. It was back when I was fresh out of high school, fishing in a little tournament on Sunnen Lake. I was by myself in my little 12 ft. jonboat with trolling motor and 5 HP motor. I was fishing a Bomber, a big crankbait, and hung it on some brush at water's edge. Jerked on it a bit with no result, then turned around to flip the switch on the hand controlled trolling motor. As I did, I gave it one more jerk and felt rather than saw the lure come free. Like an idiot, I turned my head back around to see where the lure was, and it hit me in the face. A hook went in right where my nose meets my upper lip, which is one of the more sensitive places on your body.

I could feel that it was past the barb. All the loose line had wrapped itself around my head and body. I looked around, and everybody else fishing the tournament was over on the other side of the lake. I carried rod and draped line back to the outboard, grabbed the starter rope and pulled...and a loop of the line around my elbow jerked the lure. I almost screamed. Stumbled back up to the trolling motor and hummed my way across the lake to get help. My friend Dave ended up shoving the hook on through and out, which also almost made me scream. I could have installed a ring at the base of my nose.

[BredMan]

So I was fishing by myself on, of course the NFOW....had a nice big golden stone and a dropper on and heard a fish work behind me so I layed a cast down and nothing. Stupidly, I turned back around to the water I was initially working to make another cast and WHACK, golden stone through the cartilage in my ear. I hadn't been on the river long so I bit the line off and left the fly in my ear.

A couple hours later I show up at home and just look at my wife, she says "What are you looking at?".....I don't say a word but turn the pierced ear toward her and she laughs hysterically and says "LET ME GET MY CAMERA!!" And that is now the header image on my blog

That's a classic. My wife would have laughed too but never would have thought to "Get the Kodak".

[flyfishmaster]

First off, I saw the Topic and it made my arms start to shake with the "willies". I read two posting and could not read any more. One posting just happened to be Leonard's, so I was done reading.

I have no ideas how many times I get a hook in the finger when I double rig a fly rod. I think I'm get close to at least one time a day over the past 5 years I'll get a hook in a finger on my left hand. I need to start using a thing called a "net".

later,

FFM

[flyfishmaster]

I need to add a post for my daughter "K". Fours years ago we were at a friends pond blue gil fishing. She was 3 years old and I had to take her in the house to go #1. On our way out my friend's basement door, he has some rods next to the door. Her sandle brushed up against one rod and a 3" Rapala w/ treble hooks hooked her. She was scared and started running pulling the rod behind her.

To make a long story short. We ended up taking her to STL Childern's hopital and they had to sudate her and perform a minor surgery. What a day. And "yes" we saved the hook.

Later,

FFM

[Linhardt]

Was fishing below Truman Dam throwing hawg sticks at hybrids. Caught one that was 12 lbs. I reached down to lip the fish. The fish jerked around and the next thing I know I got the fish lipped and a large treble hook from the hawg stick in my thumb. The same treble hook that is hooked in the fishes mouth. Was thinking how I am going to get this fish off the hook and then my thumb. But as I was thinking the fish jerked around and slipped out of my grip and ripped the hook out my thumb in an instant. I bandaged up my thumb with first aid kit in my tackle bag and went on to fish. Bad thing was that during the time all this was happening I was missing the topwater bite frenzy that was happening in front of me. When I got done the topwater frenzy was over.

[Wayne SW/MO]

I, knock on wood, have never had more than a slight stick. I do have a fear of trebles and smallmouth at the edge of my kayak or canoe though. I'm very cautious and often use a cheap landing aid.

[flytyer57]

[ness]

I was fishing down on the Meramec and managed to put a fly high into a tree. I pulled down on the line and got the tip of the branch within reach, grabbed onto it and started working the snag toward me with my fingers. Then it slipped out of my grip. The branch snapped up, and the hook was buried up to the bend in my index finger. So there I was -- standing there pointing my index finger skyward and what plan B would be when I noticed a spider crawling down the branch to check things out. This one was relatively large, I didn't know what it was and was heading for my fly/finger. Now, I'm not necessarily scared of spiders, but sorta do like to have the odds in my favor when one comes around. So, I pulled my finger straight down (which hurt) to get the hook within reach of my free hand, yanked out the hook (which also hurt) and let the branch snap up.

Done, right? Welp -- not quite. I watched the spider ride the branch up, fly into the air then bounce off my hat and disappear. Now I'm not necessarily scared of spiders, but I do kinda like to know where they are. I ditched my hat, swept off each shoulder, checked all the likely places and still no spider. Then my mind started working on me: down the shirt collar, in the waders, puss-oozing spider bites, etc... and I let out an expletive that I'm sure could be heard from the spring to Suicide Hill. I started peeling off stuff but still no spider. Well, I stopped short of nekkid (you're welcome), but eventually got enough stuff off that I was comfortable that he had slipped away. But, for the whole rest of the day every little itch or twitch or anything would give me the heebie-geebies.

[stlfisher]

I have been hooked twice and they happened back to back during the winter trout program. On both occasions I was fishing a jig under and indicator and while landing a fish the jig came unhooked. The bend in the rod caused the jig's to rocket right toward my face. First jig ended up in my eyebrow and was only really a glancing blow. The second one stuck me between my eyes and embedded in the bridge of my nose (causing my nose to bleed). Let me tell you that jig was hauling @ss when it hit me and I went down like I had been shot. I stood up with blood coming out my nose and a jig stuck bascially between my eyes. Thankfully, both barbs had been pinched down so the hooks came out very easily. I ended with some pretty good bruising and swelling. My boss at work asked me I have been in a fight. I was to embarrassed to correct anyone so I just went with it.