Brian, I am a veteran of at least 4 deep hook punctures over my fishing career, 3 of which needed to be removed at the hospital, 1 of which needed bolt cutters and two orderlies. However, that picture makes me cringe. That looks freakin' DEEP.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. ~John Buchan
Lets see I had a 600 pound swivel attached to tuna rip my finger to the bone. Remember Bronko? oke: I also had a gaff decide to pierce my foot. Hurt more coming out than going in. Both accidents WERE avoidable and due to operator error.
Lets see I had a 600 pound swivel attached to tuna rip my finger to the bone. Remember Bronko? oke: I also had a gaff decide to pierce my foot. Hurt more coming out than going in. Both accidents WERE avoidable and due to operator error.
Yea, now that you mention it, that cut from the swivel was pretty freaking nasty. I'll take 90% of blame for that. After I leadered the line the 80lb tuna wanted to swim some more.... so I figured let it swim. Matt has seen enough tuna swim in his day and wanted to end the battle right then & there. Unfortunately Mr. pelagic never got the memo and two seconds later I could see the bone in Matt's index finger.
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. ~John Buchan
I slipped, fell and broke the long finger nail on the pinky that I use to take wax out of my ear. Very traumatic. Took two weeks before I could clean my ears!!!!
I've also been pretty lucky. Fell a bunch of times and have numerous cuts and hook punctures.
My worst was at Scituate harbor a few years ago I had a small fish and was down on the jetty trying to pull it up. Of course I'm wearing sneakers and I'm not properly dressed at all, sure enough I fall on the rocks and just slammed my leg on the rock. Didn't break anything but I had a deep bone bruise that didn't go away for at least 2 months.
I've brought 2 people to the hospital before. One was my uncle who hooked his leg on the back cast while fly fishing on the vineyard. The other was when my dad tripped over the hitch on the truck with hot dog in hand and broke a bone in his elbow, though that wasn't fishing related he mostly eats and shoots the breeze when he's "fishing" these days.