由 "A short story about hooks in the arse. Packed up after fishing the upper Niagara around Grand Island. Uncle Angelo sits on a triple hook Rappala. They are buried and I mean buried in his arse. We get the boat on the trailer and I have to drive him to DeGraff Hospital in North Tonawanda to emergency, so I thought. I pull off the 290 towards the hospital and he asks where am I going? Not the hospital Canuck he says, turn left at the next block, here he says. I pull into the Twin City Veternarian's parking lot. He walks in and the receptionist says " Hello Ang, where's the hook this time?" He tells me afterwards the Vet only charges half of the money the hospital wants!!!!!!!!"
Been there done that, 4 times....
1 time, on myself trying to unhook the treble from a landed WF with bare hand...now you know Im not that smart :) rushed back to the boat from emergency and fishing continued
1 time, on the guy trying to gaff a WF for me at the hole and the fish spitted the Williams to his chin...ouch
2 times, on the same guy fishing next to me, the lure I used were head hunters...yes his head, me bad
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