Use Your Head

We met up at 8:30am. He doesn’t want me to mention his name because he is a little embarrassed. I will call my friend John.

John and I hit the water by 8:45am. The morning was slow but we caught a few trout. John was proud of his new rod and reel. Last year at this time I fished with John and he had a really old rod and matching old reel. I had made fun of it last year so he went out and got a new one just because I picked on him. He had bought a sturdy rod and reel with the backbone to land some seriously big trout.

John was having some troubles with the new rod. It was like a broom stick, he said. His old rod was fiberglass and very flexible. He was not use to casting this new rod. Many of casts were in trees and on the bank. John got pretty frustrated by the end of the day and was really reefing on some of his snags to get the lure out. At one time I hid behind John and told him to be careful because his method was poor and dangerous. He was holding on to the line and pulling the snag directly at himself.

As the day progressed and the wind picked up, his casts got even more haphazard and out of control. He was getting more and more frustrated.

We started heading back toward John’s campground, getting ready to call it quits for the day. There was one hole on the way home right near the road. I told John where to fish one last time. I stayed in the car and watched. John went directly to the hole. On his first cast he snagged his lure. I saw him pulling on his line and the the next thing I knew he was kneeling.

I saw him looking around. He was patting the ground looking for something. I assumed his lure had come dislodged and came back at him and fell at his feet.

I saw John look around for quite some time. He then grabbed his line and searched for his lure. He follow the line up to his head. The lure had come screaming back at him and gotten stuck in his hat.

He walked back to me at a quick pace. I asked him what was up? He pointed to his cap. I said no big deal unhook it and let’s get fishing. John said: “It is not just stuck in the hat.”

He got in and examined the panther martin hanging from his forehead. A couple meek tugs on the lure and John attempted to cut the treble hook with a big needle nose from my car. This also failed, so off we went to Urgent Care. I asked John if I could take a photo of the injury and declined. He told me he was quite embarrassed.

We walked in to Urgent Care in our waders. John went to the front desk to check in. The desk asked him his problem and John pointed at the size 9 panther martin hanging from his forehead.

The desk asked him if he was in pain and he said : “NO.” Almost a full hour later after registering and waiting his turn while every person in the waiting room to came and looking at his forehead he got in to see the doctor. Before he went in I asked for a photo again and declined.

John went in to see the doctor. He quickly became the center of attention as news of the unlucky fisherman spread like wildfire throughout the clinic. One by one, all the nurses and medical assistants came to watch the tricky procedure. The doctor tried to cut the treble hook with side cutters with no luck. John even tried with no luck.

Then the doctor got creative. He got out locking hemostats and secured the treble hook and before John could ask what he was doing the doctor had yanked out the hook. John said it didn’t hurt and the doctor put a band-aid over the small wound and John put back on his cap and recovered his lure.

John got a tetanus shot and antibiotics before he left

Here is a photo pictorial on how not to free a snag and the proper way.


My daughter Anna demonstrates the improper way to get a snag loose. You must assume that the snag may come loose and the lure will come screaming back at you.


The rod needs to be held over your head and off to the side so when the lure becomes unsnagged there is not potential guided missile flying at you. The best way is jiggle the rod tip and the lure may come dislodged.

If the lures does not come free you should try the bow and arrow method to free your lure.


You hold the rod over your head with it bent and slightly to the side with one hand. You grab the line with your free and pull down on the line like a bow string. You make sure you pull it down maybe 14 inches and let the line go abruptly. This causes the line to fly forward and it shakes the lure and many times dislodges it.

Tell “John” welcome to the club. I have never hooked myself in that manner but am a two time member of the self hooked fisherman club. I have a good friend, Waymon, who was trying to teach his wife. Betty, to fly fish after they made been married for several decades. She managed to put a popping bug in her nose in a similar manner on Sunday afternoon. Their son in law, a dentist, deadened the area and removed it for her. A couple of years later they were fishing on the Suwanee River in FL and he hooked himself by snatching fly from a lily pad. Which required a trip to the local medical facility. Betty was not sympathic at all and told him God was repaying him for laughing at her when she got hooked. No sure if Betty is a swamp witch, but she is a native of the Mississippi Delta, which has lots of swamps.

Imagining OUR Swamp Witch Betty with a popper impaled to her nose.
(Betty might be able to cast this far, but her aim is STILL off…)

Ed

This is something I copied from a device Orvis sells. Their is prettier but probably no more functional. I would recommend putting on your glasses before using. Put your rod tip in the tube, place the hook (not point and barb removed) over the limb, remove rod tip and set rod aside; pull the cord to bring limb closer; You may notice this is attached to a piece of foam, that is because the “Go Getter” does not float.

Construction is barrel of a marker; larger fishhook point and barb removed, something to seal the end of the marker barrel I happened to find a nice plastic cap. Heavy nylon cord, something to wind the cord up on that also floats.

Confession being good for the soul … I have impaled a fly into my forehead. It hurt like a sombiatch (figure it out). However, being embarrassed by the situation, and not wanting “anyone” else to see it (you can figure that one out, too), I grabbed hold of it and pulled it out. Yes, that, too, hurt like a sombiatch! We were in South Dakota, about 40 miles from the nearest medical “care”, and I was darned if a whole ER was going to see me like that! Still carry the scar.

ps to EdD … I don’t “do” poppers!

A friend of mine and I were fishing a small pond in his 14ft Jon boat back in my baitcasting days. He kept telling me I was going to snag him if I wasn’t more careful and sure enough on one mighty backcast I did just that. I turned around to see the treble hook of my spinner about one inch above eddie’s ear! I felt so bad I stood up to help him and STOOD on the line which in turn jerked his head forward and down…now I really felt bad. Had to motor in to shore and put the boat on the trailer and head to the ER. I retrieved the lure from the Doctor and had it mounted in a glass enclosed shadow box for Eddie. He said all was forgiven but we never fished together again. True story

Bernie

Several years ago my company always sponsored a surf fishing trip for Kingfish, and anything else we could snag, to Emerald Isle on the coast of North Carolina.
Well, one year, one of my customers who could smell homemade white liquor a 100 feet away, wanted to traverse the fishing pier. Well we did, and he smelled a brown paper bag as soon as we stepped on the pier. Needless to say we had to have a snifter from the owner of such a nectar laden libation. Well, we did and continued our stroll down the pier and what should appear in front of us but Mr. Greenjeans, of Capt. Kangaroo fame, with a big ole treble hook lure dangling from his lower lip!
Seems he had been observing the casters at the end of the pier and had been caught on the forward cast with that godawful big ole saltwater lure…directly in the lower lip! We were of course concerned about the long stringy fellow and asked him if he was ok. He replied yesssssur thannnk you ssoo mussshh. As he continued on, with help from his buddies, he inadvertently bumped into one of my companions and mumbled, “pezz axcuusse mee sirrr”. My white liquor drinking friend then exclaimed for all to hear, “that’s one fine polite boy and let’s all have a drink to him”! Which we did!!

p.s. Not really Mr. Greenjeans but damn if he couldn’t have doubled for him…down to the green jeans!

Betty, you only confessed three lines worth. How much good can that do ya? <evil grin>

You say you don’t “do” poppers, how about some of my hybrid “popper dries” for bluegills?

Ed

Oh heck no! That’s all you’ll get out of me! Just make sure you wear your hats, eye ware … even sunglasses provide protection from flung flies and sun damage, and carry a wading stick!

EdD … what’s a bluegill? <running, running>

Miss Betty, my friend, next spring you need to pack up your hubby and plan on being at Callaway Gardens, Pine Mountain, GA on the first full moon in May. That will likely be the first and largest spawn for bluegill in the south. Callaway Gardens will be in full bloom with every variety of flower that grows in the south. It is the only place I have ever paid more than $5 to fish and it is worth it. It will cost you less than $50 per person for the use of a 90 acre lake and a jon boat with comfortable seats and a trolling motor. My average weight is approx. 1 lb. for bluegill, there are also LMB and shellcracker in the lake. When you leave you’ll be asking “What’s a trout?”

<polite, golf applause>