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Originally Posted by Rockfish9
... to this day, I have the utmost respect for a fish wearing a plug for a lip ring!
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Trebles? Read my above response, they petrify me.
A couple more treble stories:
Late 80's on pleasant bay we were wading the bar off claflin landing (before the cut in the outer beach took place, rendering the spot unproductive) with real good current going across it. The place was a fish magnet on a dropping tide w/new moon a couple nights away...the sand eels would hang in the eddy below the bar, and the fish there knew it. Fishing was fast and furious and one of my buddies, wishing to remain undetected, attempts to unhook a 30 inch fish with no light and winds up with a 5 1/4” rebel in his hand. Panic ensues and now he’s faint and light headed, almost puking, with the thrashing fish attached to his hand and we need to cross the waist deep channel with five knots of current to get back to shore. Long story short, we make it back to shore and get the fish off. Cape Cod Hospital removed the plug. My buddy, during the tense moments, dropped his rod right into the water, which we later retrieved on the slack tide…it didn’t go too far, fortunately.
Around the same time (late 80’s) another one of my googan buddies (hell, I was a relative newbie too with only a few seasons under me) is fishing the race with me. Good 15-20kt southwest wind in your face and it’s about two hours before dead low water, late June.
We got into decent numbers of fish with the 7” super strike needles. That plug had some legendary years on the Race from 1985 to 1988. Anyways, trying my best to help educate my friend, I informed him on a few things prior to leaving the truck for our walk to race bar:
1. Only pussies need flash lights
2. Don’t tell anyone anything
3. Don’t lose my %$%$%$%$ing needlefish, it’s the only spare I have.
After catching a few fish, I look behind me and there is a hump on the sand. It’s my friend and he’s got the rear treble of the needlefish buried in his hand. Pulling out my flashlight,
I ask him why he didn’t have one. Funny thing is neither of us admitted to having one at first, but were both equipped with them. His reason for keeping his off was a good one. “I didn’t want to attract a crowd,” he says. Sooooooo, I give him the options. …..Either bite down on this piece of driftwood while Dr. Mike performs surgery and saves the life of a precious striper plug, or we walk back to the truck and drive to CCH in Hyannis to have it removed and miss out on the fishing.
He opts for the former, and fortunately it was a only a couple tense seconds before we pushed the hook barb through his finger and cut it off with a pair of rusty pliers. We got back to fishing and the missing rear treble had no impact on my friends plug as the fish were quite accommodating.