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Well my Bday today, 42, never had a hook buried in my body till today, stinkin hammer handle slime shook loose and the momentum of the no.7 rap going up, caught the side of my pinky, didnt think it was too bad till I looked at it, no barb showing, and the movement of trying to get the line disconected etc. moved it in further. so a trip to the Doc. the numb shot hurt worse heheh.

luky me, turns out I was the 23rd for the year, and the 3rd for the day! and they needed to know what lake it happend at, for my admission file..? strange..

anyone else had a bad one?

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Hey Minneman! Sounds like you made a stop at the emergency room in detroit lakes! lolol Yes I've been on the board there too. Seems the nurses there start a pool at the beginning of the fishing season, how many hooks removed, what lake etc. They chose numbers and gamble with our misery! lolol My worst one came up on bad medicine slimey trout buried a #6 so deep in my finger there was no turning it thru to catch the point on the return. Anyways I cut it off, finished off the fishing for the day, drove client back to resort, drove home and then drove back to detroit lakes. It was kinda embarrasing... Paul

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Just last week I had a big northern (bout 9 pounds) jump out of my hand, one hook went deep into my chest (ok beer belly) and the weight and movement of the fish ripped it back out again... a week to the day later and its still a big bruise (the wound is better though)...

OUCH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At least I was saved the pain and time of having to go to the Doc... it came out as fast as it went in...

Anyone ever use the "hook out remover tool" ??? I bought one after my ordeal, and all it is is fishing line tied to a big handle for yanking.... lol


Wally

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Ouch! 2 years ago while fishing a tourney on Saginaw bay way out past the Charity islands I put a VMC reverse barb off of a Reef runner into my thumb, palmside at the first joint....straight in past the barb. No way this was gonna put a halt to my tourney day. No way to push the barb thru and cut it off. So I told my brother to yank hard with pliers and get it out. First attempt was unsuccessfull, Ouch! So I told him to really yank this time! Second try got it out and it was numbed for a month. Good thing I did'nt head for the doctors cause we finished second and split 3500 beans, but it hurt like a ???????????! Put another one into that muscle thingy under your kneecap one time, but that one I could push thru and cut off the barb no problem. Fishing has it's dangers!

Fisky

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Happy B-day Minneman. Oh yes, this brings me back a few years ago on a cold opener on Leech Lake. The Walleyes were short biting our fireball jig/minnow combos so I decided to snap on a stinger hook. Of course I didn't want to miss any action so I dropped pole number 2 out while I was putting on the stinger hook to pole number one. Just as I was putting the stinger (treble model) on the jig, I get a hit on pole number 2. Instinctively I set the hook....and drove the stinger deep into my thumb, buried to the crown. The other guys just looked in horrer. We had no hook removal kits and were out aways from camp. I never had this happen before and no one had an answer, but the looks on their faces told me I wasn't going to like my options. I wanted to fish, so I decided to just tip it forward and yank it out. Out came the trebles followed by a 2 foot blood spout. Then a loud yell after I realized what I had done. I wrapped it in a strip of teeshirt until we made it back to camp. A nice scar to remind me to NEVER EVER be so stupid again.

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Hospital in Aitkin takes a picture of you and hangs it for entire year. Kinda like a wall of shame.

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Hospital in Aitkin takes a picture of you and hangs it for entire year. Kinda like a wall of shame.

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Many years ago when I was a kid I would sneak onto a private pond after dark and waylay the bass on a Jitterbug. It was a stock tank full of huge bass and gills. Actually caught some giant gills on that Jitterbug, after dark at that. The owners allowed no fishing at all. One night I landed a 5 or 6 pounder and managed to get a hook in the web of my hand as I attempted lip the fish. The fish was thrashing around driving the hook in farther. I laid the fish on the ground so I could pin it to the ground with my knee and hold it still. In the process I managed to get a hook in my knee. So here I am, in the dark with my right hand attached to my left knee,and a 5 lb. bass via a Jitterbug. There was only one thing I could do. I yanked the hook out of my knee with my pliers. ouch, ouch, ouch. I then unhooked the fish which went sailing back into the pond off the toe of my shoe. I went back to my car and could feel the point just under the skin, the hook had gone nearly through the web of my hand. I pushed it on through and cut off the barb then backed it out. Much pain. I figured that the whole scenario might have been some sort of judgement for stealing those peoples fish. I took the hint and never did it again. hahaha

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My worst was my mother sending the trebles of a lazy ike through my earlobe as a child. Luckily I can't remember much, but I'm sure an earing would have fit pretty well. Ouch.

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Lol!...you gotta love it!....these stories sure bring back memories!...Years ago as a teenager,3 of us went out on a bass fishing outing(little 12' aluminum just barely big enough for 2 guys)...I was in the very back....2 other young guys(brothers in the middle and front..."tom",the older brother ,was in the bow casting a good sized floating rapala...jerry,younger brother, was in the middle.... as we we're doing our thing casting ,I heard this blood curdling yell!......I turned around to see Jerry with his brothers rapala stuck in his forhead...geesh!..all 3 hooks imbedded...but to make matters worse ...his brother hadn't turned around yet and was yanking on his rod HARDER...not knowing it was caught on his brothers forhead........ufdaa!...lol! we were'nt far from shore yet so back to the car and head to the clinic with this rapala dangling from jerry's forhead....we still laugh about it to this day......lol!(everything ended up ok no serious damage...just alot of pain)...jon

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A few years back I was fishing the St. croix with my dad and brother. We were just hammering the smallies. I was leaning over to let a fish go and as I stood back up my dad went to cast and put all the hooks of a shadling in the top of my head. Not wanting eveyone at the launch to see this I put a hat on which conveintly got hooked as well.Now I get a kick out of giving my dad a hard time about this because of all the lecturing we got when we were little about being careful. I don't think I will ever let him live it down. We are going fishing up north soon and I am going to bring a bike helmut to give him a hard time.Adam

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I witnessed my friend who had 3 people casting in a 15' boat get a spinner bait right through the eyebrow. The other guy was casting opposite direction and hooked into him and proceeded to cast. YIKES. He was down for the count. Nice scar Rob smile.gif

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Oh man, this brings back memories!

I was about 10 years old when I attempted to cast a big pike plug over my head for the first time. As I casted the lure, it snagged a tree limb, so I yanked as hard as I could and the plug flew out of the tree and the plug flew right into my skull.

My dad cut the plug off and wrapped a towel over the treble hook that was embedded into my head and he drove me to the ER on a Sunday. I can recall the pain of 2 Doctors and 2 nurses shooting novocain into my head (which didn't work) and the barb was so large, they had to drill another hole through my head to get it out. It was the most horrible and painful experience!

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Yep. Been their as well. A couple of years ago while musky fishing my oldest son proceeded to stick me with two hooks of a bucktail treble in the back of the shoulder while letting a cast loose. It stung a bit when it went in. Went to the Walker Clinic to get it removed. They had a board there where they mounted all of the hooks taken out that year. Now I have a nice snake bite looking scare where the hook once hung. Be careful out there.

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Well I have two stories that are related to this topic. One happend to me and another to a buddy of mine.

First about 7 years ago I was up in Manitoba. We were fishing for the old snot rockets and like several other of the stories there were 3 of us in the boat casting. Typical we fished from shore off the rocks but this year the water was extremely high so we were confinded to the boat. I was using kahle hooks with smelt for my set up and I had just casted out and was reeling it back in and was just about to the boat when a pike hit. I set the hook and it came flying out of the water and landed in my forarm about a 1/2" deep luck for me they have the Barbless hook rule up there so I just took the pliers and plucked it out so not really that painful.

Now the other story I find very funny because it didn't happend to me. A buddy (aka Marine_Man on this site)of mine and I were pulling spinner rigs fishing for walleyes one spring. My buddy had just caught a small eye and was unhooking it as he leaned over to put it back in water I heard him say well this sucks. I turned around to see him with a rapala hanging from his knee. As he leaned over he knelt onto another rod with the rapala. When I turned around he had this rapala stuck in his knee and the rod was hanging from it. He unhooked the rod from the line so know just the rapala was attached and then proceeded to try and unhook himself but the hooks were buried in the hard rubber part of his knee and wouldn't let go. Plus his jeans were in the way so he really could get a good look at how it was in there. So he clipped the hooks to free the rapala from his jeans so that he could take his pants off and take a look. So now we were bobbing around with him in his underwear, I was still laughing and the hook was still stuck. So he hooked on with his pliers and just started to pull on it and finally after a couple minutes of pulling on it it let go. So we were able to keep fishing and didn't have to go to the hospital.

So those are my two stories about getting hooked. Man Marine_Man I can't believe you didn't tell your story.

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Well if these posts aren't an ad for microbarb and barbless hooks I don't know what is.
God lyk!
JC

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Holy cow, this thread reminds me of a Saturday Night Live skit where they compared painful events. I just kept getting grosser and grosser. Funny skit only a guy can appreciate.

The worst I ever saw I saw on TV. Ron Schara is in Canada on a fly out trip. A guy in his party has a crankbaits treble hook in his lip. I think he was trying to bite the tag line or wet the line to tighten.

Anyhow, they got it out but not for the squimish like me. Now I have a first aid kit with the hook remover in it, but I think I would have to have someone cut the hook and take me to the doctor, where they can properly sedate me into tomorrow.

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O.K., my turn.
Last cast of the night with a tiny torpedo, a four pound slimer provides some fun, as I'm taking out the lure, in one quick motion that pike sinks the hook in my ring finger and pops off the lure and into the drink. Great, 10:00pm on a Sunday night and it looks like I'm off to the ER. You get some funny looks in the waiting room with a lure hanging from ya. smile.gif
So the nurses come in and one gives me a lockjaw shot and the others just want to check out the lure. The Doc comes in after a while with the hookout kit. Remove the treb from the lure, snip the other two hooks, wrap the line and YANK! OUCH!
Doc-"Did that hurt?"
Duff-"That hurt like a SOB!"
Doc-"Well it shouldn't have after the numbing shot"
Duff-"What numbing shot?"
Doc-"Oops"

Second story starts at the same lake with another tiny torpedo. After parking the truck at the access, my partner is frantically waving me down to waters edge. Ooooo, there must be some good eye candy jogging down the path. Nope, he stuck himself good putting the rods into the canoe. Another torp hook in the hand, I try my best, but it looks like a trip to the clinic is in his near future. I asked if he could drive, and he said yep, so I wished him good luck and went fishing. grin.gif
Now the good part, the clinic he went to couldn't figure out how to cut the hook, none of the tools the doc tried were working. My buddy says that his leatherman out in the truck might do the trick. Doc says "Yea, let's give that a try". So out through the waiting room he goes proclaiming that he has got to get his own surgical tools. Comes back to through the waiting room with the leatherman in one hand and hook in the other. A bunch of nervous looks and laughter fill the room. The leatherman did the trick, all was well.

As I was getting mine out I asked how often this happens, and he told me about a little 2 yr old toddler that came in the previous week with the front trebles of a monster rapala through his lower lip and the back trebles was imbedded in his thigh. Poor little guy, I still feel bad to this day thinking how bad that must have been.

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Lunker
You have a mother just like me. Many years ago when I was around 6 or 7 my family had rented a cabin on Snaptail Lake north of Nashwauk. My Mother and I loved to fish for Bluegills so we rowed the boat outside the edge of the lilypads and started fishing. Not much action, so Mom decided to start casting a great big Daredevil, she was in the back of the boat with me in the front, all of a sudden I felt this piercing sting and sudden yank on my ear. I let out a scream you could hear from one end of the lake to the other, Mom turned around and yell, "What are you.... OH MY GOD..." Yup, she had planted the barb of the Daredevil right through the cartilage of my right ear. We rowed the boat back to shore and my Dad took a side cutters and snipped off the barbed part of the hook and pulled it back out of my ear. After that episode Mom was much more careful when casting.

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In my early teens I used to drive my dirt bike the three miles down to the St. Louis river and cast for bass and walleyes. All my fishing gear went in a backpack,and one day my tackle box opens up on the way down and my favorite Rapala gets snagged in the bottom of the backpack. Using logic that I still can't understand, I decide that by holding the top of the backpack and pulling for all I'm worth on the Rap with my needle nose pliers should free things up. I hear the fabric rip, and out pops the Rap - deep into the meaty part at the base of my thumb. That hurt a bit, but the three miles home on the bike with the big floating rap waving in the breeze was truly memorable. When I get home my mom was out and my dad was sleeping (working the night shift)so I went to my older sister for help. She took one look, rolled her eyes, and told me to put a little peroxide on it and she'd pull it out, because "we're not waking Dad up for that". I back away slowly from my sister and her questionable surgical procedures and got my other sister to get my dad. Finally get to the hospital and the doctor gives me a shot of Novocaine and starts to yank on the hook with some kind of flimsy hemostats. Finally he stops, wipes the swweat off his brow, and says he'll be right back. I hear him asking the nurses for a pair of pliers, then listen to the nurses ask each other why he would need a pair of pliers, he's never asked for a pair of pliers before, what's he doing in there? A few minutes later he's back with a pair of pliers (probably from one of the nurses' gloveboxes) and rips it out.

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I was talking about the hook stories to a buddy last night and he told me of one.

His B-in-law is a line man and they were out working on a job and finished up a little early but instead of calling it a day there was a bait shop accross the streat they thought they could blow the last hour in. He was walking around when he turned the corner and seen his partner kneeled down on the ground? He walks over there to find his hand stuck to the carpeting with a rap! Apperently he was going to look at the lure and it slipped out of his hand and when he went to grap it it was stuck in the carpet. He cut him free they guy payed for the lure stuck to his hand and went back to the truck and pulled it out! It sounded like it hurt like mad but there was no way this guy was going to the E.R. on work time.

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Years ago I lived near a lake that had a off at dark rule, because of it separateing two chunks of Federal Refuge, I hated that rule. No matter what or where, you needed to be done by dusk.

The walleye fishing was starting to boom there and I just knew one particular culvert area that divided the two refuge areas was a hot fall night spot.

It ate at me one fall tell I decided to go commando. I recruited a partner in crime to drop me off at the culvert and set a time for him to extract me a few hours latter. The mission was on, waders set, rod in hand, one Plano box of Doctored Raps, time for the drop.

12:00 October something or another, we slipped by the culvert I jumped out and snuck into my casting position under the roadway. This culvert was a big bugger too, 12 footer, two awesome backwaters on each side on a back bay. It was prime piggy walleye time. So far...So good.

First cast, bang, 7.5 walleye, next cast another about the same +/-. The Piggy's were in to play and Eddy was a happy commando. This went on for an hour and only one vehicle passed. I just stepped into the shadow of the culvert and vanished. Still, so far so good..right?

Then about 2:00 AM a vehicle slowly approached from the South. I knew by buddy wouldn't pick me up for another hour or so, I started to back into my hide.

Then as I speed-ed up my retrieve on my crank THUD, piggy on. The vehicle was getting closer and I was trying to back into my hide and drag the fish with but the current was making it sorta tough. Just as I get the fish in hand the vehicle stops, right over the culvert above me. Now, not so good.

Ya see the refuge manager lived right up the road, just where that vehicle came from. Now I was starting to worry, just a tiny bit. I tried to balance this hog walleye in my left hand and the spinning rod in the other while standing in the flow. About then Miss Sumo walleye started to shake like mad and ZAP-ZAP two treble hooks buried themselves in my left hand. She continued to shake (MUCH PAIN), the door opened on the vehicle, I bit my lip.

I could hear the guy in the vehicle walk up to the culvert just above me, about 4 feet straight up. He just stood there, seamed like forever.

Then here it begun, a stream of urine over the culvert into the lake, right in my direction. The guy stopped to take a wiz, apparently. This may not be "THE MAN" looking to nab me?

Now I am trying to avoid getting whizzed on and the darn walleye is shaking just to make sure I am hooked darn good.(Lots more pain)

Once he finished I see a beer can flip into the water, he walked back to the truck and drove off. I managed to avoid the urine shower but my hand was leaking blood all over from the hooks. Took me a while to extract the trebles and let her go, it was no fun.

As I pulled one particularly stubborn treble out, a chunk of meat came along with it. As I straighted out my thumb, it crawled back in my wound slowly like a night-crawler in the flashlight. YIKES..that kinda stung!

Not too long after that they did change the Reg's on that refuge lake. Now you can fish tell 10:00, that helped us fall fisherman out. Less late night commando missions were required after that.

Moral of the story, not sure it it has one?

But I am a big fan of barb-less hooks now!

YUP!

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Backwater Guiding "ED on the RED"

[This message has been edited by Backwater Eddy (edited 07-10-2003).]

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Not one for the site of blood are ya mm??? smile.gif

UJ

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yea theres some bad ones mentioned. it is kind of a tough read start to finish, Im liking the barbless idea more& more.

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when I think about it...I've caught quite a few fish on barbless lures...I have a couple swedish pimples that i crimped the barbs on(lake I fished rainbows on required barbless hooks) and they still catch just as many fish...just have to remember to keep more tention on the rod and let the rod do the work........sometimes I wonder if barbs are really that necessary...not like we're fishing for that last meal and can't afford to loose a couple of fish....lol...plus....safer...and we know all about that!....jon

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According to a study of barbless hooks conducted in Great Britain, which I saw in In-Fish, barbless hooks can actually increase fish mortality because the hook penetrates deeper causing more bleeding. If I remember correctly the study was conducted mostly on trout and northerns.

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I wish mine would have been a hook. A friend and I went fishing and came back with some walleyes. We got the boat home and put it in the garage. My friend was standing by the boat and getting ready to put the fish on a stringer. I came walking up to him and suddenly felt incredible pain in my left foot as his filet knife that fell out of his pocket got stuck into my foot 1.5 inches. The knife was laying on the garage floor and the only thing I can think of is that I stepped on it with my right foot and my left foot was stabbed moving forward. Not only did the stab would hurt, but my toes probably hurt worse. I cut the main nerve going to my toes. I now have a numb big toe and tingling in my other toes if I move my foot in the wrong way. Took me 4 weeks til I could walk normal.

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SOMEBODY PUT A LOCK ON THIS THREAD OR I'M GONNA RUN MY NAILS ON THE CHALKBOARD.... I'M SERIOUS!

MM

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When I was 10ish I was fishing a big zara spook or something and had a big hit. I set the hook as hard as I could, bring my arms up close to my body. Well, the fish missed and that thing came zingin strait at me. I saw it coming and tried to lean back so it would fly over my head matrix style. It didn't. That sucker hit me square in chest, the rear hook getting my nipple and the front hook got the meat on my thumb/palm area. It didn't hurt at first but when I tried to put the pole down the line was tight and that sucker da*m near ripped my nipple off. Not wanting to go home and be banned from fishing for my entire life by my over protective mother I pulled out my pliers and cut the hook off pushing it the rest of the way through my thumb. Didn't feel good... Now for the nipple, a little more difficult. This one was all the way through like a nipple ring. And I couldn't get at it to cut the hook. So I squished the barb, pulled on it slightly to make the hole bigger so the hook would better and jerked it out as fast as possible. Didn't work very well. The very tip of my nipple is now on the spook which is now free of my body and waving in the wind... Lets just say to this day I have an inverted looking left nipple...

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