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Hi, my cousin's house is near Great Slave Lake. We used to go for fishing over there on holidays. One day, I was standing on a slippery patch of rocks and had lost my grip all of a sudden. I fell down and had my knee hit against the rock. Ultimately, I got my leg fractured. Now, I am undergoing fracture treatments in Mississauga and is recovering right now. Has anyone of you encountered any accidents during fishing? What methods have you adopted in order to avoid accidents?

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Everything about fishing is an accident. Some make you happy, others hurt.  If you fish and you haven't fallen on a slick rock yet, you're going to. 

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I run the rivers with my jet in constant fear of my passengers getting smacked in the head by a log that I didn't see. It's never happened before, but the power of the mind is strong. I catch myself enjoying the breeze hitting against my face and watching the beautiful scenery that was given to us, and finally realize that I'm going 25 mph on a skinny river with passengers who need to return safely to their families. I'm getting old I guess. 

"Honor is a man's gift to himself" Rob Roy McGregor

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I've lost count.  Best one was when I was wading Taney.  I had been catching them pretty good and forgot where I was at.  I turned to move downstream a little and forgot about the big boulder I had been standing by.  I raked my shin on the rock and took a piece of meat off my shin down to the bone.  I found it in my bloody waders at the end of the day.  Looked just like a 7" piece of bacon.  I have the scar if you want to see it.:lol: 

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Not me, I never have any accidents.:rolleyes:  OK maybe one way back when I was in college.  I had gotten up early and headed north out of spfld to Morrisville and caught some white bass.  Being a starving college student I kept anything edible.  I was squatted down filleting them on top of my cooler with my lititle Rapala fillet knife.  Went to put it back in its sheat on my belt, missed the sheath and stuck it into my ankle.  Of course it was covered in vlood, guts and white bass spooge.  Didn't think too much about it until the next day when it was all swollen and sore.  One more I may have told before, cleaning crappie at home.  The fish were quite lively and I don't like them flopping around while I fillet them.  Usually there is a screwdriver or old fish scaler lying around to give them the coup de grace, but this time the only thing I could find was an eye bold about 6 inches long, grabbed it and gave the first one a good hard whack.  Immediately it dawned on me that the large eye of the bold had made a solid contact with the base of my thumbnail on the hand holding the crappie.  It may have been the most painful thing I have ever done, put me on my knees, with tears and nearly other things squirting out.  Lesson learned.

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eight year old story.

 

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WHERE TO BEGIN !!!!!! I cannot even clearly recall all of them. When I was in my early 20's I used to trot line a back water lake in IL other side of hardin. I and some other poeple went together and leased the fine little shack up cabin. for a year. Most only only came up on the 4th of july are fpr the big turtle cook and picnic in Meppin IL. I cannot count the number of times I about got stuck on stumps in the middle of he night. But getting back to a nice bed in that cabin sire made up for it.

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When I catch anything, it was by accident. 

Money is just ink and paper, worthless until it switches hands, and worthless again until the next transaction. (me)

I am the master of my unspoken words, and the slave to those that should have remained unsaid. (unknown)

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Too many to remember!  One that stands out is when I was fishing the Beaver Tailwater right before dark.  I fell and thought I had broken my leg, it hurt that bad.  I was afraid to even move thinking for the worst and now it is getting dark with no one around to help me out.  Then I hear the horn blow for release of water and now I have to make a decision.  I got up faster than I thought I could and limped back out of there.  That was the only time I really thought that I had broken my leg.

"you can always beat the keeper, but you can never beat the post"

There are only three things in life that are certain : death, taxes, and the wind blowing at Capps Creek!

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