Ever get bit by a bluefish?
 

right to the knuckle bone?

Yup, thats why they call me 9 finger bryan...

No....have you?

:eyes:

I forgot my plyers when I first started fishin'. I don't forget my plyers anymore.

I was holding up a 19 pounder and its gill broke and my fingers went through the gill into its mouth. That wasn't to fun.

I'm having a hard time picturing how that could happen...
But it's your hand...

My father had one on the deck for an hour, we all thought dead maybe it was, but he reach down and whack.. :smash:

As a kid my father took me on a party boat for blues. This one guy who caught one decided after a few minutes with the fish out of water, that he would use both his hands to open the mouth. Sure enough it clamped down on him and he had both hands all bloody and needed bandages. He was bleeding pretty badly.

Another time my father mentioned a guy had a blue in a burlap bag on a party boat and the guy was taking and leaned into the bag and the blue bit right on his leg/butt.

You ever see a bluefish with a gunshot wound to the head? I have to dig up this pic somewhere... :af:

i got a thumb slash this summer. basically just nicked by a few teeth.

One bit a hole through my 5mm neoprene waders while I was trying to take the hook out.

A guy I fish with up in Maine lost half his finger to one.

got the scar to prove it:D

fishing the cribbin one nite with my dad-I moved off my spot at the point and he jumps in there and picks up a blue on his next cast-he's holding it by the tail and doing a little dance while he's laughing at me and the kablooey turns and latches onto his waders. while I am laughing at him a nice bass grabs my eel and makes a run for the east end. so I got to keep laughing when we weighed it at roys B&T at #32:laughs:

A few years back I was fishing Wasque Point on MV is how the story goes. Pretty much we were hooking up on 5-8 lb blues on every cast. Some kid next to me couldn't hook up due to his equipment , so he came up short. I gave him an Ava-17 and he proceeded to hook up on the first cast. He was hootin' and hollerin' and I felt good for being the one helped him out. That was, until he tried unhooking the blue and the yellow eyed scapel took exception. :eek:

@#$% Em :nailem:

when i was 8 or so my buddy told me that i caught a snapper. After sticking my finger in its mouth i found out he wasnt kiddin. Luckily it was only bout 10 inches long, atleast i learned young on a little one.

thats why i kick them in the head with my steel toe boots a few times!:smash:

the one's yer gonna keep, right??

"Saw one eat a rockin' chair once."

I had just caught a big bastid blue one time - back in my goog days. I was holding it arm's length, by the tail, and taking him back to the truck.
So I'm walking away with this big blue way away from my body - and I look down at him, and, I swear he made eye contact with me, right before he kicked his head up and snapped his jaws so hard it sounded like that clapper commercial - he just missed taking a hunk out of my upper rib cage. I felt the head touch my shirt.
Wigged, I dropped him and stomped on his head.
Now, for any blue I keep - I cut their throats or pop a few gills and bleed them out before handling them.

Ya Joe, I notice they make that eye contact before they snap at ya :D

Pure evil, them bastids :af:

I haven't been bitten by a blue yet, but I have had them use my lure against me. This fall fishing with scarecrow out at the race, blues where all over. I got tired of walking back to the beach to take the hooks out. So I started picking them up from under the gill, well this one blue its heads out of the water and am leaning down to pick it up when it jumps up sending the hook right into the top part of my finger so here I am hook in my hand and a blue fish hanging off of it. Then it just ripped out of my hand leaving a good gash and a sore middle finger for the rest of the week. Had to switch hit with my other hand to show the other motorist the international sign of friendliness.

I learned my lesson the hard way.

thye are complete bastards

the devilfish for sure :af: :af: :af:

many years ago was fishing off the Gulf docks in Tiverton, my buddy and i were catching huge blues. there were a couple of other guys fishing aways down the dock, and they hooked up with a monster too. next thing i know is a lot of screaming and a rapid exit. they left in such a hurry they had left some of their gear behind as well as a lot of blood. we grabbed the gear and followed the blood trail to the parking lot(a good hike). The next nite we ran into one of the guys out on the dock, returned his rod and bucket. He told us the blue had taken his buddies 2 fingers and mangled 2 others.

I was 15 out in an old flat bottom skiff catching blues for lobsterbait. Had the floor covered with blues and no shoes on:smash: one grabs my big toe and wont let go:mad: boy do I hate blues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Like to hear were Clammer got bit he hates them more than me:eek: :eek:

One time I was fishing from Shore in Warwick and getting lots of blues. This one guy in slacks and a button up shirt shows up with a spinning rod and hooks a fish brings it to the shore. He is trying to grab the fish like you would a bass. I mean thumming it. I yelled at him to stop. He did and I walked over a put a small broken stick into the fish's mouth and it bit it in half. The young man thanked me for the advice :) :smash:

I had a similar experience Sam Adams though I think more painful. I was removing a big ole swimmer plug from a nasty chopper, using pliers as I'm supposed to when this thing gives a nasty kick. He shakes loose from my grip and flips toward my chest. The loose treble from the plug hooks into my gut, in and through with enough meat to hold up the blue without tearing free. Needless to say he's still kciking and all I can do is try to grab hold of him and hold on while he calms down. Had to keep my whits about me as I tried to decide which hook to take out first. The one in him or the one in me. Anyway, took his out first and then carefully removed the other. I don't recommend the experience.

Yep i have a scar to prove also! I thought I had a good hold of it when he wiggled left while I turned right and he got me near the wrist! Hurt like heck!:smash:

I had a gator hit a big polaris popper about five feet in front of me off the rocks in narragansett. I didn't even have enough time to set the hook on him-I lifted him up outta the water with my rod and he gives a head shake. The polaris hit my left forearm so hard it felt like a baseball bat, and I didn't see the plug fall:eek: I look at my forearm and I got a belly hook buried up to where the trebles are tacked together. Had to rambo it out before the feeling came back, and keep on fishin:cool:
the puncture hole was above another scar on my arm and together they looked like a one eyed smiley face

had one bite the leg of my pants and only pinched the skin . He had been laying on the deck for a half hour when I walked by he reached out to taste me . I caved his scull in with my club . I also was on a head boat when a LMB fisherman told me he never caught a blue before . I told him not to lip it (4 times ) . He did ? and had a gash that went right to the bone . when he came too he was sure amazed at the damage . He wont do that again .