You would think after all these years I would
know not to look a bass in the face while tension
is on the line. My second fish and she was on the
rocks, as I reached down to lip grab--wham,
bam--right in the kisser. Thank God it missed
my eye. Two hooks went in past the barbs and
with little pain I was able to unclip the plug and
get help from John____, fishing next to me.
He had a pair of pliers that cut thru the hook
shaft and left me as you can see. Bob Hess
and John helped me up the bank (yes we were
on the canal and schoolies were blitzing the dawn
patrol).
My partner, Bob Pizzi, left after his eighth fish
and we drove to Braintree where I got my car
and drove to my doctor in Dedham. Doctor in
surgery plus two nurses who held my hands were
extremely concerned and solicitous. Doc took some
pix which he is sending me. He said it was for his
teaching but I think all three were curious simply
to see an old curmudgeon with a hook in his head.
Will shoot youse any pix that look good. I have
promised to deliver Striper steaks to all of them.
Want to thank John___ and Bob Hess and Bob Pizzi.
Most of other guys on bank were friendly and certainly
if you hit the canal soon you may very well hear the saga
of the guy with the hooks in his head. PS the plug
was a four inch Atom popper (original) that I hadn't
used in years and just dumped in my plug bag on a
lark last nite. It has now been re-hooked with single
on end and all barbs crushed. Probably will be back
tomorrow for more,
See ya on the beach.
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