From time to time, we talk about things to add to your boat equipment. Always great discussion. This a.m., I had a little reminder of something to make sure you might want to add to your list.
I caught a nice big bluefish this a.m. on topwater, and in my annoyance, I decided to just hoist him over the gunnel using the rod. He was heavy enough to double the rod over, but not big enough to put it at risk of breaking. Done it a thousand times. Except, being a bluefish, the thing went nuts once it was above the water. It spit the lure, which my doubled-over rod turned into a missile.
Not sure how I got so lucky, but the hook of my (big) topwater found its way into my wrist and went in deep. I mean, up to the bend in the hook, and the hooks on this thing are stout. There was no way to remove it, so I got the joy of having to push the point back out of my skin. No problem, being the tough guy I am, I only cried like a little girl for an hour or so, begging God to miraculously intervene from having to execute the mission. There might have been a few expletives embedded in the prayer, which I understand probably made it less efficacious.
Getting the dull, rusty, fishy hook through my skin was only half the fun. Turns out, none of the pliers we had on the boat were stout enough to cut through that hook shank. You can probably imagine the joy of being the patient as your not-a-surgeon-for-a-good-reason buddy tries several pairs of pliers with all his shaky might see if one could finally cut the hook. Don't feel badly for me, after another hour or two of sobbing and begging God to kill me I was fine.
I'll probably contract tetanus, a flesh eating microbe, and a brain eating disease, and that's fine, but if I don't, next time I am on a boat, I'm gonna be bringing some serious wire cutters with me. I mean, the kind that cut through thick-shanked hooks like buttah.