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Ask Tattoo Bob about falling off a cliff on BI, that has to take the cake.
As for me, in the surf, a rock rolled and pitched me forward on the canal, took a chinner on a barnacle encrusted rock - at the moment of impact, I had a vision of my skeleton like an X-Ray, it was creepy. Got up and started fishing ... then realized I was bleeding, so stuffed the collar of my shirt into it the cut, but had to stop when my hands were becoming too bloody and I had to continue to wipe my hands off just to fish (couldn't grip the handle of my reel). I turned around and looked up to the path where TDF, Tagger and a group were standing and asked them if there was a noticeable cut - they all reared back in disgust ... wound up heading home and went to the doctor and he was pissed that I waited so long - wound up with about 8 stiches in the chin ... but was a bit dizzy for a few days.
A few times jumping down to spots to fish, that I couldn't climb too caused some interesting scenarios - one time I jumped 8-feet down to a goose nest (didn't realize it was there) and had to fend off two angry geese attacking me - another time jumped down to a spot on a dark, dark night and all of sudden I realize a giant wave was about to crash on me ... started running, but the wave picked me up and smashed me into the wall ... it happened so fast I didn't have much time to think so there was not time to be scared or nervous, although i crawled up the wall and fished from higher up for the remainder of the night.
Once while down in Boca Raton for a wedding, I snuck out in the morning to go fish from a local jetty ... the rocks were just hardened cement bags, but had barnacles on them the size of golf balls ... I slipped on the slime on a rock, and slid across the next two rocks with barnacles ... my legs, my side up to my armpit and arm were all scraped up like crazy, bleeding like crazy ... so I stopped at a pharmacy picked up some gauze, cleaned them out ... took a shower, put on the gauze, donned a tuxedo and went to my friend's wedding, but it was tough to lift my arm ... the shirt got a little bloody but the rental place did not give me a hard time.
As for other fishing related injuries (aside from hooks etc.) the worst was probably on July 3, 2011, at 4:00 a.m. when I slipped on the dock in my father's neighborhood - sat there over an hour waiting for help to come - wound up with nine pins and a plate holding my lower left leg together, and couldn't put pressure on my leg for four to six months - that kind of stunk.
But I have also been extremely fortunate as there were many episodes of falling, washing off rocks in the night, and boats flipping over through the years that I know someone was watching over me to keep me safe ... so I try not to take anything for granted.
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