The only time I ever hooked myself was predawn in SC.
It was the first time I ever used braid. I didnt see the braid looped around my ankles and when I stepped, my popper swung right into my hand- my left ring finger actually. A 4/0 treble in past the barb - great. I didnt have much gear back then but fortunately I did have cutters. I left a 1/2" of the hook sticking out so I could grab it with pliers but it was impossible to get out. It's cool how the skin will swell up and stop the bleeding. So- having got up at 4 am. I fished a couple more spots and then the Cranston Emergency Room doctor gave it a shot. He had to climb half way onto the table to get the leverage to push it the rest of the way through.....uh...yeah...a little novicaine please!
I know there must be some good injuries out there.
Who's got a good GORY story?:lossinit:

How about fishing with people that doesnt catch if im fishing with them? Ok they catch schoolies. :bgi:

This isn't the most gruesome story, but if you get in the moment it's pretty funny.

A few years back on BI I was pulling an all nighter with Nebe...

Only had one fish worth keeping which was tossed into Nebe's cooler, which stunk like a mother, but it was better than nothing.

(For the record, it's worth noting that the fish was caught on a Tattoo Sea Dog, even though Nebe said I'd never catch top water there)

About 1-2am I was cleaning the fish and managed to gash the heck out of my left thumb. No first-aid kit and being BI there's not a lot of services open at that hour.

So we headed back to the house where he was staying, slipped the fish into their fridge and went upstairs. Of course, they have no medical supplies. It wasn't like I was dying, but I did want to at least clean it out and avoid any infection.

So I start to wash it in the only sink available. I did have a bar of soap and a roll of toilet paper. It was bleeding pretty badly but I worked the soap in deep to get it clean the best I could, and this made for a lot of blood.

Then Nebe lets me know the sink doesn't drain all that well.

So here I am with a sink full of blood red water, that isn't going anywhere. (note, if you were there...this was a pretty funny scene).

So I bandage it up with TP, and try to go to sleep on the hard wood floor Nebe had afforded me. It was either that or the back of his truck.

After a while, my legs are cramping up so badly I can barely lie there. All I had was a thin rug and the pressure was very uncomfortable.

Not sure what was going on, my mind assumed I must have been poisoned by Nebe's rank cooler via my gash...my blood must be diseased and it's spreading up my legs!

So I tossed and sweat all night long until morning.

We bought some meds at the grocery and hit the surf.

Good thing my tetnus was up to date. It never got infected and I only have a small scar to show for it.

Again, not that gory...but it was funny all the same.

-spence

Ten years ago on a Bonefish trip with Sauerkraut to the Acklins (out islands of Bahamas), with any access to a medical clinic several days away, I used a conch to beat a 28 lb barracuda flopping in a tiny skiff dead. Put a spike into the web between my first and second finger. Big, deep, bloody hole. I'd brought a medical kit with some sutures. Using his fishing pliers, Sauerkraut sewed me up at the little lodge's kitchen table.

Oh yeah, thats what I'm talkin about - Bring on the carnage!:gorez:

girlfriendsmother works in the ER, says at least one hooked fisherman per night in the summer, have to keep bolt cutters in the supply cabinet

While me and Ron Carr were fishing sluggos this spring he got a 4x strong Gami through his finger good. Snapped a picture before I was able to cut the hook and slide it out. You can see me sitting in the background with pliars waiting to cut it out. Wrapped it up with a peice of t-shirt and fished the rest of the night.
http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/roncarr/livepogs003.jpg
Even got a couple nice ones that day
http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c353/roncarr/livepogs002.jpg

Ooch, tell Ron I admire the job He did wrapping that hook.Without the bloody appendage it really is a fine example. :claps:

Oh yeah, Nice catch too!

2yrs ago my brother got a cheep sadiki knock off drove deep into his pinky finger print. stupid move all around. cut the hook off the line, fished a little while longer, he said it didn't hurt but it didn't make me feel any better. we headed in looking for the fire department to remove it. they said they don't do that any more go to the hospital. he drove us to the hospital in boston looking like a couple of homeless men. great service, 2 hours in the waiting room before they take him in back. me, i can fall asleep any where anytime and i did. oh and by the way, i snore, audible from 120 ft away over a hill (documented). well a short time after my nap started they woke me up to see if i was with some one, (remember i looked homeless). after a very short explanation they sent me in back with him. once there i started every one cheering and clapping for who ever got called to see the doctor. even offered to be some guy that must have given up all hope and left just to get in early. when they called in a very old man in a wheel chair i got a real dirty look when i said very loudly he was 21 when he came in here. everyone was having a good time in there except the staff. well wouldn't you know it my brother was called next. they numbed it, cut the meat and pulled it back out, bandaged the finger, good to go. i think they were just trying to get us out of there. a waste of 5 hours except for the nap. what would you expect after a 4 day fishing binge. went back out as we had bait to use up....

I forgot to tell you the one about the time Sauerkraut got his hair caught in the barnacles as the tide was rising and had to gnaw his own head off at the neck in order to escape.

Had a hook (and the snell) go directly into that fleshy part between the ring finger and pinky. Had to literally cut some of my flesh to get it out. Went fishing the next day.

:rotf3:I forgot to tell you the one about the time Sauerkraut got his hair caught in the barnacles as the tide was rising and had to gnaw his own head off at the neck in order to escape.:rotf3::rotf3:

My BIL and I were snagging pogies in Welfleet Harbor years ago. When we were done we paddled the canoe in. I jumped out to drag it up on the beach and learned that oyster shell is like broken glass on bare feet. Cut my feet to hell and gone. Took a year for all the sand to work it's way back out of the soles of my feet.

only sorta fishing related. Got some lobsters and decided to split them and throw them on the grill. Never try to split the tail from the top hard side while holding it down with left hand. 10" chef knife stopped at the bone on my pointer. Bloody mess, nice scar. Worst of all my wife made me throw out the bloody lobster.