Alrighty gang... As humiliating as this is, I figure you will all get a sadistic tickle out of hearing the story, so here it goes.... Went to he river tonight and fished for bass, or what ever would bite. After a couple hours of nothing I packed up my tackle bag, slung it over my shoulder, picked up my rods and headed up the hill to the car. By the time I reached the car, a stick bait with 3 treble hooks had slipped up out of a pocket on the tackle bag, and firmly set a hook in the right hand back pocket of my jeans! Meanwhile firmly setting one of the OTHER hooks into the seem of the bag! So there I am, this tackle bad attached to my rump by a dang topwater lure!! :crazy: Geeez.... I stood there for a good 10 minutes trying to get this hook out of my butt!! Some guy loading a boat finally asked if I needed a hand, and the worst part was that I DID!! I couldn't get a look at the dang thing to get it out without sticking myself some more with it!! He came over and I turned over my pliers to him, and in a couple moments he'd got the hook out of my jeans, but man.... how EMBARRASSING!! (pun intended!) As rare a moment as it was, I figured I HAD to share it with you all. Now Mellon can pick on ME for a while, LOL!!!