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New Fish
Bad enough that the first two hours of the family camping trip at Baker Lake were spent setting up camp in a complete downpour, but in the hour or so that the rain broke on Friday, the kids asked that I take them fishing. So my two kids and the nephew and I head down the trail until we find a suitable place to fish. Before I can even get my kids in the water, my nephew has managed to catch his lure in a tree and is asking for help.
It's in there pretty good, so the only course of action was to break it off. So I aimed the tip of the rod at the snag and pulled straight back as you do, averting eyes to avoid the line snapping back, when I hear the snap of a branch instead, then a size-large Rooster Tail with giant rusty treble hook flies into my shin at 100 mph, sinking two barbs balls deep. It's at this point I notice this kid must have last been fishing for barracuda or something, as there's a steel leader at the end of his 5,000,000 lb. test line. No wonder it didn't just break off...
So I fished with the kids (read: unsnagged them, untangled reels, and donated half my lures to their cause) for about an hour or so until it started pouring again, Rooster Tail dangling out of my shin the whole time, then headed back to camp and tried getting the hooks out. Yanking it out was a non-starter, so I disinfected my camp knife and tried cutting the barbs free. Turns out stabbing your own shin is WAY more painful than I had thought it would be!...
So off to the ER in Sedro Woolley (cool fucking city!°) for lure removal. Never been operated on with side cutters and bull nose pliers before, so that was cool. The doctor said it was his first lure removal but had those tools on hand for when he had to extract taser barbs. After seeing how much cutting into me he had to do to free the barbs, I'm glad I didn't continue trying to do it myself. On the bright side, I stayed dry for three hours while my family continued to be dumped on. Also am now up to date on my tetanus shots...
So what did I miss while I was gone? How many five-stars committed?
It's in there pretty good, so the only course of action was to break it off. So I aimed the tip of the rod at the snag and pulled straight back as you do, averting eyes to avoid the line snapping back, when I hear the snap of a branch instead, then a size-large Rooster Tail with giant rusty treble hook flies into my shin at 100 mph, sinking two barbs balls deep. It's at this point I notice this kid must have last been fishing for barracuda or something, as there's a steel leader at the end of his 5,000,000 lb. test line. No wonder it didn't just break off...
So I fished with the kids (read: unsnagged them, untangled reels, and donated half my lures to their cause) for about an hour or so until it started pouring again, Rooster Tail dangling out of my shin the whole time, then headed back to camp and tried getting the hooks out. Yanking it out was a non-starter, so I disinfected my camp knife and tried cutting the barbs free. Turns out stabbing your own shin is WAY more painful than I had thought it would be!...
So off to the ER in Sedro Woolley (cool fucking city!°) for lure removal. Never been operated on with side cutters and bull nose pliers before, so that was cool. The doctor said it was his first lure removal but had those tools on hand for when he had to extract taser barbs. After seeing how much cutting into me he had to do to free the barbs, I'm glad I didn't continue trying to do it myself. On the bright side, I stayed dry for three hours while my family continued to be dumped on. Also am now up to date on my tetanus shots...
So what did I miss while I was gone? How many five-stars committed?

