I was hoping for some getting hooked stories. I figured everyone who has been around fishing and tackle has had something happen to them at one time or another. My story is from when I was about 8 years old and my older brother (by 10 months) were in the basement getting ready for bed after Christmas.Of course we received some new fishing tackle and new poles. Sleep was out of the question,we had to try it all out. The walls didn't go all of the way up to the floor above. So we were casting from one room into the next. I got tired more quickly then my brother and layed down to go to sleep. The next thing I know is something is pulling my cheek and lip. He has me hooked. Now I'm screaming my head off and he thinks this is great and reels all the faster. Dad comes down ready to tan some hide and I'm still trying to hold the line with my feet braced against the wall so my brother can't rip my lip off. Thank God the drag wasn't set yet. Anyway Dad makes him stop reeling on me and goes for the plyers. Of course my brother is laughing and calling me a cry baby. The hook has to be pushed all the way out the other side of my cheek so Dad can cut the barb off and turn me loose. I was called fish after that for a little while but it didn't stick,thank goodness. Anyone else have a hooked story??