Just some fishing storys to tell. Was at pineview in my boat my son (10-years-old) invited his friend. Both were in the bow of the boat casting. Before I could warn them to be careful my boy hooked his friend in the cheek. I lost my cool for a few seconds. After getting in the front to see if we are heading to a doctor or not I touched the spinner and it fell from his cheek. This was all in the first 10 minutes on the water. Another time my 7-year-old daughter hooked her younger brother 5-years-old in the nostril the hook was barely in. Funny now, I just glad it wasn’t serious it could have changed their minds about fishing. When I go fishing I try to take my kids and a camera. Just thought I would share some good times.
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I was abut 13 years old and went fishing with OEJ and his family to Strawberry. ON our way home, we decided to stop in Daniels Canyon to fish the stream. We were not out of the car for 10 minutes when i decided to put a #10 worm hook all the way through my finger. barb all the way through. Not fun, and as IFG learned this past weekend when i decided to stab myself, i am not big into blood or self inflicted pain. I freaked out of course!!!!
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I remember way back when at east cayon res. I put a hook deep in by big brothers cheek.he hit me and dad chewed me out big time. Ah thoese good old dayes. One good reason to bend down the barb.
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In my oppinion,, theres nothing like taking a child fishing.. Looking at the world through their new eye's and their newly found excitement in fishing is something nothing I know can compare with.
When my kids were young I never had more fun than taking them fishing.. I dont recall one time something goofy didnt take place witch of course is how life's memories are made.. Now that their all adults with babies and very young kids they dont send much time fishing with old dad. But hey,, I'll be working on making all the grandkids fishermen soon. After all,, grandpa will need someone to row the boat while he trolls.. [laugh] I'm joking of course,, I'll be more than happy to hold the camera and bait hooks as they row, row, row the boat to our little secret spot.. [
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ah yes good times, once when i was flyfishing, i had my sister out there with me. i was teacing her for her first time out on the river. i showed her how to cast what to do when you get a rise and ect. well after 3 or 4 cast she is like," this is toomuch work for no fish" right after that she got a rise, but she missed him. now she was mad, wwanted to catch that fish. so she casts into the smae spot, it drifts past the fiahes hole, and sure enough he comes to dinner. i tell her to set the hook, and she does. not expecting the fish to take off into the current so fast, she does not have a good grip on my rod. it slips out of her hands and turns to look to me, but i am allready swimming after my pole as it is water skiing down the current. got it back, and we went home because the spring runoff is COLD. ahh yes good times they were.
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i like thoes stories . My freind was fly fishing with his wife and he hook her in the cheek with his back cast then they went to the hospital. She don;t fish any more.
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Current Creek, two years ago this summer. My brother and took his 4 year old granddaughter fishing for the first time.. We'd stopped at WalMarts and my brother bought her a Tweedy Bird fishing pole (witch she'd picked out). You know the routine,, boober and a crawler.. Well she kicked butt on the small Cuttie's.. A guy in a float tube about 200' away yelled and said,, "I'll give ya 30 bucks for the Tweety pole and bobber!".. Good times!
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Back in about '86 I was going to USU and fished the Logan River a lot. In October a wierd thing was happening. The whitefish were taking dry flies off the top. Fishing was awesome. I would fish just below the power plant at the mouth of the canyon. I did not have any waders but needed to get a better angle on the holes so I put on some old tennis shoes and waded out anyway and braved the cold water of October. After fishing in the same spot for a long time I decided to move. I started to move and my upper body shifted its weight but my legs did not move. My legs were so numb from the cold that it was like they were glued to the bottom. I fell in the creek face first like a plank of wood. The water was just shallow enough that if I put my arms down and lifted my head, my face was barely out of the water. It took me a while to stand up again because I couldn't get my legs to move right. Of course I looked around and was grateful that nobody was watching. I bet it would have been funny to see on camera.
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About 5 years ago I was spinner fishing with a friend on south fork. He got snagged high in a tree as we walked the river. He tugged a few times and the lure shot out of the tree and tagged him in the face. When that thing snapped out of the tree it sounded like a gun shot. I ran over to my friend only to see the lure hanging out from underneath his eye lid. I was afraid to touch it as my buddies vision was possibly at stake. He gently lifted the spinner blade to relieve some of the preasure when all of a sudden the whole spinner fell out in his hand. He was very lucky to escape with a scratched eye and bruised eye lid. Scared us both pretty good.
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I REMEMBER ABOUT 9 YEARS AGO BEFORE MY FISHING SKILLS WERE HONED AT FISHING . I WAS AT SOLDIER CREEK FISHING WITH TWO TREBLE HOOKS USEING POWER BAIT. WELL IT WAS A HOT DAY SO I TOKE MY SHIRT OFF. WELL I WENT TO CAST THE HOOKS AND POWER BAIT HIT MY BACK JUST AS I WAS CASTING. LET ME TELL YOU THERE NOTHING LIKE CASTING YOURSELF. I WAS LUCKY THERE WAS A GUY THERE TO RIP THE HOOKS OUT OF MY BACK. 4 OF THE 6 HOOKS WERE IN ME. SO I KNOW HOW FISH MUST FEEL WHEN WE CATCH THEM. PLUS I DIDN'T EVEN CATCH ANYTHING THAT DAY TO ADD TO IT. OH THE GOOD OLD DAYS NOT!![crazy]
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ouch!! I pulled a treble hook out of fy cousens back. I tell my wife fish have no feeling in there mouth. LoL.
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My dad and I were up catching perch on pineview a few years ago. My little brother decided he needed my dad to change his hook, so my dad was tying it on. All of the sudden a bee flew at my brother. He used the rod to swing at the bee, and nocked that trebble hook into my dad's hand way past the barb. My dad was sittin there chewin him out all the way home!
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was at powell pullin a popper across the top and could see the smallmouth commin at it. i yanked too soon and my daughter who was sittin on the bank about ten yards away readin a book got it right in the leg.. had to poke it through and clip it off to get it out.. ouch was all she said!!!!
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30 yrs. ago while fishing on huntigton river with a buddy I watched as he snaged his repala on a log that was crossing the stream.He put his pole down and preceeded to walk out on the log (in shorts and tennis shoes)when as he went to grab his repala from the log he lost his footing and sliped in 1 leg on each side of the log,and the repala in the middle(can you say ooooouch!)he managed to sink not 1 but both hooks in the area that will make you all squeemish.I rushed him to the hospital in price(him in exceedingly great pain,and me doing every thing I could to hold back the laughter.On a brite note however the doctor did save the repala.Once again.....OOOOOOUUUCH Lonnie
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Knock on my thick wooden skull...I haven't had a hook in me past the barb yet. I have had many close calls with the kids casting or a spoon coming out of a Pikes jaw flying past me like a bullet. Even had a few hit, but not stick.
Anyway, I saw a couple while driving up Provo canyon a number of years ago at the Sundance turnoff, and the guy was picking a fly out of the girls scalp. I can only imagine how it got there. I just wonder if she ever went fishing with him again?
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I've told this story here before but since this is the topic of the day...
I was at Star Lake in the Uintas, near Trial Lake. I was alone fishing a dry fly on a somewhat windy day. Fishing was really good. But on a back cast, the wind fouled up my line and the globbed up line hit me in the face. The size 16 fly hook buried itself deep into my face about an inch below my eye. It went in well past the barb. I tugged and pulled but I could not back the hook out. And trying to get it out like that hurt like an SOB. I considered fishing with the hook still in but it was in my vision enough that it was too distracting. Then it started to rain and hail so finally I clipped the line so that I could put on a rain poncho. Since I was alone and it was a long way to camp I tried to remove the hook myself but all that was happening was that the tender skin near my eye was starting to puff up and swell. Before the skin got too swollen, I got up my nerve and did what I had to do. I endured the pain of shoving that hook all the way through and out of the skin so that the barb came out again. I then broke the end of the hook off with pliers and backed the rest of the hook out. I sure missed that fly because it was my last one of that kind.
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My favorite story is of my kids. I picked them up from Sunday School and was headed out to their grandpas and on the way was a small lake for juviniles only. My son was 5 and my daughter 3. We stopped and they had me changing worms one right after another. One of the last times I got my daughters line ready for her to cast back in. I turned my back to grab a worm for my son and heard a big slash. I turned around and my daughter was gone. I jumped into the water, about 2 feet deep, and lifted her up. She was upset and spitting water out and my sons response was "did you see any fish down there?" I laughed so hard I almost peed myself. My poor little daughter was still in her Sunday School dress and "had" a ribbon in her hair. This is hard story for me to tell as I lost my daughter six years ago next month.
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Ok, I have one along these lines. In college, my landlord and I were fishing the Poudre river in Ft. Collins Colorado. I was using a spinner and hung up on a snag. I started pulling and you guessed it, it pulled free and smacked me right in the cheek. The hook penetrated through. I informed my buddy about my plight but he just hooked up a fish and was in no mood to leave. Therefore, I cut my line and tied on another lure and continued fishing for another hour. I removed the lure uneventfully at home. The funny thing was that the river ran along a well traveled bicycle/jogging trail. I did get some rather funny looks, but most probably considered that it was just some radical collegiate "fashion" statement.
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oh boy do i have a good one for you guys its was may and i was getting my boat ready for the hub fishing derby up at the gorge. well i keep my downrigger rods in the rafters, it's about a 6 inches past my arms to get them out. so instaead of grabbing a stool and getting them down i decided to jump for the rod. ( by the way a j18 rapala is still hooked to the pole ) can anyone tell where this story is going??????? well you guessed it grabbed the bottom treble with my first jump then got a good hook set with the 6 inches i had to fall to the ground. none the less i ended up with a treble half way threw my finger and no the barb was'nt pinched. anfter screaming and jumping around like a 30 year old with terrets syndrom i finnally mustered up the courage to push the hook all the way threw cut off the barb and slide it back out the whole time crying like a year old kid that last his binky. so the moral of this story is get a damn step ladder and quit being lazy and no i dont store my rods with the lures on anymore.
Big Jim
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