Ahh the Ol Drop Shot Hook in the heel.. very nice !!
Loose Tackle
Everytime the wife puts her tackle box on the coffee table in the living room, I know (from experience) that I have to go over the area after she's done with a flashlight to get up all the loose string, sinkers, hooks, etc. that gets dropped in the carpet.
Well, this morning, I was outside doing some stuff and she comes hobbling to the door saying she needs help . . . . . It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person. (to drive my point home).
I've removed a few hooks from flesh in my time. Some from my own self LOL.
I used the "push down and jerk back" method.
At first, I thought about wiggling it around and pushing it through with eye attached just to teach her a lesson - but, gave it a 2nd thought......
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Well, this morning, I was outside doing some stuff and she comes hobbling to the door saying she needs help . . . . . It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person. (to drive my point home).
I've removed a few hooks from flesh in my time. Some from my own self LOL.
I used the "push down and jerk back" method.
At first, I thought about wiggling it around and pushing it through with eye attached just to teach her a lesson - but, gave it a 2nd thought......
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Wow, where's the sympathy, where's the love?
Remember, if we are mean to our better halves, we have to sleep at some point. Would be a tragedy to wake up and find your scrotum superglued to your leg
...W
YIKES, my step-dad and I used to wade fish under the old sand key bridge in Clearwater FL. at night. There was a sea wall about 10' tall with big boulders/rip-rap that you could climb down over and get down into the water, which was chest deep by the time you crawled off the rocks (screenshots of actual place below). The bridge is a new/modern high bridge now , bit back then it was an old flat bridge that sat pretty low to the water and those piers along the sea wall were there, that used to be a dark desolate place at night.
We did it for years, looking back on it, we were absolutely INSANE to even consider it, let alone do it every night for years. But after many nights of sitting on the bridge watching giant snook gorge themselves and not being able to catch many, we realized that the big schools of bait ran parallel to the bridge along the shadow line, the snook lined up on the surface just behind the shadow line and picked them off so there was a very specific pattern that they were keyed in on and you could not match that from the bridge.
So we figured out that if you got under the bridge and waded out as far as you could, you could get into a long cast range with the biggest of the bomber long A plugs and we WORE the snook out like that, many nights where we caught half a dozen or more each and we are talking giant, ocean run mature snook 20+#.
Soooo , one night in particular I saw a big snook jumping, watched my step-dad try to handgrip it by the mouth and very quickly end up with a 3/0 treble hook buried to the hilt in his thumb with a VERY angry big snook attached to the plug. Mind you, we are way off the rip rap, chest deep in ripping current and he couldn't get the fish under control enough to get it still, the fish had full use of its body in the water and if you've never caught or seen a snook, they have RAZORS for gill plates, so you can't even gill them in am emergency. The fish was dragging him by the thumb and going beserk.
I eventually managed to get over to him and we wrangled the fish over to the rip rap and got up on top of the sea wall, his thumb was GNARLY torn up,from the fish going crazy, it had torn quite a bit of meat and some of his innards were now outterds lol. He is a pretty crazy dude and he snatched the hook out violently , dug around in his bag for some electrical tape , tape it up and back in the water we went , him leaving a pretty serious blood trail behind him and looking like a maniac. lol.
We did it for years, looking back on it, we were absolutely INSANE to even consider it, let alone do it every night for years. But after many nights of sitting on the bridge watching giant snook gorge themselves and not being able to catch many, we realized that the big schools of bait ran parallel to the bridge along the shadow line, the snook lined up on the surface just behind the shadow line and picked them off so there was a very specific pattern that they were keyed in on and you could not match that from the bridge.
So we figured out that if you got under the bridge and waded out as far as you could, you could get into a long cast range with the biggest of the bomber long A plugs and we WORE the snook out like that, many nights where we caught half a dozen or more each and we are talking giant, ocean run mature snook 20+#.
Soooo , one night in particular I saw a big snook jumping, watched my step-dad try to handgrip it by the mouth and very quickly end up with a 3/0 treble hook buried to the hilt in his thumb with a VERY angry big snook attached to the plug. Mind you, we are way off the rip rap, chest deep in ripping current and he couldn't get the fish under control enough to get it still, the fish had full use of its body in the water and if you've never caught or seen a snook, they have RAZORS for gill plates, so you can't even gill them in am emergency. The fish was dragging him by the thumb and going beserk.
I eventually managed to get over to him and we wrangled the fish over to the rip rap and got up on top of the sea wall, his thumb was GNARLY torn up,from the fish going crazy, it had torn quite a bit of meat and some of his innards were now outterds lol. He is a pretty crazy dude and he snatched the hook out violently , dug around in his bag for some electrical tape , tape it up and back in the water we went , him leaving a pretty serious blood trail behind him and looking like a maniac. lol.
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