Its the 4th of July about 6am, dead calm, water was like glass and my daughter and I left the landing as the first boat on the water. Fast forward about 20 minutes and we'd made it through the channel and into the second lake. The sun is getting brighter on the horizon and I'm thinking this is going to be a great morning.
She's casting a Heddon Tiny Torpedo and suddenly its "fish on" and her pole is bent over pretty good. I set my pole down and get the net ready. It gets close to the boat then just about bent her rod in half as it darted under the boat. Looked like a very nice bass as I dipped the net in and scooped it up...but it wasn't a bass, I'm really not 100% sure what it was though I believe it to have been a walleye.
The reason I don't know is because the bait was no longer in the fish but just tangled in the net...so, I reached in and grabbed it, got the first treble free and started on the second...just about that time Mr. Mystery Fish decided he'd been playing dead long enough and you would have sworn somebody had just lit 'em up with a taser.
Well naturally that's all it took to sink one of the trebles completely into my middle finger, right at the first joint. I quickly put a foot on the fish to stop the seizure he was having and finished freeing the lure. At that point I just held the net up briefly so she could see her fish which was approx. 20" and then dumped it overboard.
Now all attention is on the finger. I unhooked the swivel so I was no longer attached to my daughters pole, smiled and reassured her I was ok and that it was by no means her fault, then fiddled with the lure for a couple moments. It obviously wasn't going to just slip back out as the barb had a good hold on me. I spun the lure free of the treble so I could get at things a little better. I jiggled and tugged and pulled and twisted and cursed under my breath more than a few times but knew I wasn't going to get it out while on the boat.
My side cutters wouldn't / couldn't cut the hook trying to work left handed so I sat back and lit a smoke. Smiled at my daughter and told her to tie on something else and get back to fishing if she'd like too. Then I thought "hey, perhaps I can still fish with it stuck in me" and I picked my rod back up. Casting wasn't a problem but trying to reel it back in holding just your middle finger out, trying not to let the treble get caught in the bail...well, I figured that just wasn't going to work so I eventually conceded.
Now its 20 minutes or so back to the landing and then I've got to unload the boat, get the 12' jon up and into the truck, load everything else in and then drive home...all while trying not to hook anything else with said treble.
Finally home, get another pair of "beefier" side cutters out...still can't operate well left handed. Light bulb comes on over head, I'll use a couple bar clamps to secure the Dremel tool to the work bench and then use the cut off wheel to get rid of the treble. I'm thinking at that point I can just push the hook on through and pull it out...might even be back on the water in less than an hour.
Moments after touching the treble to the cut off wheel it jerked it out of my left hand and twisted the barb inside my finger...but only a tad, just enough to make ya go "oh shoot" (or something like that). So now we get a little smarter and hold the treble with a pair of pliers to keep it steady. Hey, works great and we're nearly half way through, sparks just a flying and suddenly, d**n did that thing get hot!
Fast forward 30 seconds after shaking the finger and blowing on the treble to cool it off. Light bulb is on a little brighter now, this time we'll cut a little at a time instead trying to burn right though it. Worked beautifully. Now, I'm finally down to just the one hook sticking into, or out of my finger...which ever way you choose to look at it.
Its about this time the wife steps into the garage and says "you guys are back awfully early!" I smiled and said "yeah, not by choice but its kinda hard to fish with a hook stuck in your finger". I then explained what happened and what I was attempting to do. All she said was "I'll get dressed, your going to have to go to the emergency room". I of course laughed as the worst was over, now I just gotta push it on through and its back to the lake.
I spent another half hour with mini vise grips and a couple different pairs of pliers trying to work this thing out of my finger. I'm right handed and this trying to work with the left hand just is not working. For the second time this morning I finally conceded to her and said "I think your right, its not coming out".
So, its now around 10am and we're at the prompt care. I'm thinking this is just great...I have no insurance and not only is it a Saturday, but its a holiday on top of that. Who knows how much this is going to cost me. Finally get in and they stick me with the needle to numb things up.
Now the doc takes a pair of hemostats and proceeds to "wrestle" with the hook for a good ten minutes. I expected him to push it on through but no, he was bound and determined to pull it back out the way it went in. I brought the remainder of the treble with me so they could see exactly what was in my finger but apparently the barb didn't intimidate him any...and hey, it wasn't his finger so why should it?
So after the first couple rounds go by he decides he needs something bigger to get a hold of it. Out the door he goes, then moments later comes back...with the exact same brand/color/size pliers I had been using at home. Less than a minute later I'm all set. I can now get through airport security without setting off the metal detector again!
Wash the area real quick, didn't hardly bleed at all, stick on a band aid and ok, lets get outta here. Nope...not so quick. Tetanus shot? Uhmm, I don't know, guess it was probably about ten years ago. Oh, ok...a quick stab to the shoulder and great, now I'm updated for tetanus too, great! Can we get outta here now?
Checking out at the main desk, nope...don't have any insurance. How much is this going to cost me? She had no idea, couldn't even guess but they would like to have $100 deposit if at all possible. Well I had gotten paid the day before so, sure...here is $100, now lets get outta here.
My finger feels like a balloon but its numb. Daughter has had enough fishing for one day and wants to go see Grandma. No problem, drop her off then go load the boat back up again. Wife and I made it on the water shortly after noon.
It was no longer dead calm as the wind had kicked up. We're not the only boat on the water this time as the jet skiers, speedboats and tubers are all over the place. We still managed to boat a few fish and had a good time. I did spend an extra couple minutes in that very spot where my daughter had caught Mr. Mystery Fish as I somehow felt the lake, felt that very spot somehow owed me something. Well, if it does it wasn't in the mood to pay up.
So, its now the middle of August...nearly six weeks have gone by and I've not seen anything from the prompt care in the mail. The wife suggests maybe I overpaid. (insert laughter here) No, I highly doubt that. Well guess what showed up in the mail today, right you are, its my statement and no, I definitely didn't overpay.
$75.00 - Pharmacy
$232.00 - Professional Services
Less $100 from my deposit and another $46.05 that was labeled as "Estimated Discount" and I still owe them another $160.95 for their services.
My boat was purchased for $435.00 and leaks quick well.
My Vari-Max was $179.00
The deep cycle was $90.00
Everything else was much cheaper. My "good" reel was bought over 15 years ago for approx. $20 and my "good" rod cost me another $20 or so. My tackle box was only $25 and there is well under $200 worth of tackle in it.
I sure wish I had $307 to share with the bait monkey, or to put towards a better boat, or a couple of really nice rod/reel combo's. Ya know, I just wish that spot would cough up what it owes me as I try it every time we go past...still nothing. ::sighs::
Ya know, I guess I can't really complain much. I've got a wife and a daughter who both love to fish and even though the boat is only big enough for two of us as at time...I'm always one of the two.
Now if ya actually stuck around long enough to read my ramblings, my hats off to ya and my only advice would be...have a lot of respect for them hooks...especially the ones with barbs in 'em. Oh, and if you ever see Mr. Mystery Fish, let him know I feel somewhat cheated and that I'm still trying to collect. Probably will be for years to come too.