I might laugh later

[cassidyta]

A buddy of mine and I hit up the fish pond at my work Sunday morning. Got out there at 5:20, the water was glass and there was just enough to moonlight left to see all of the breaks we were hearing. I loaded up a small black buzz bait and my friend was throwing a 4.5" mattlures shad.
http://www.mattlures.com/mattshad.htm
We were doing pretty well and had 5 fish on by 6 am. The fish started breaking a little further away, so my friend asked to use my 7 footer and baitcaster to get a little further out there. Of course I didn't mind so he tied up and let her rip. The first two casts were not an issue, however, on the third it got interesting......
I did not pay attention to the inital brushing of the lure against my leg, but my attention was grabbed as the hook penetrated my thigh a few inches below, my um...zipper. I am not sure how, but my screams of agony were not enough to stop my friend from jerking on the rod tip. It was then that I regretted his choice to add the long shank treble to the bait. My dancing around got my second thigh hooked with the treble. I am not too proud to tell you that by this point the jumping and dancing had come to a stop. I was in a semi fetal position on the dock questioning the legitimacy of his birth. He took two steps towards me, but I vowed to break his legs if he got closer. I looked down my legs and was not surprised at the amount of blood. I guess I should be happy that the treble left an exit wound. I was able to cut the barb off and slide it out. This left me with one of three choices.
1)Ride to the hospital and explain to them how I ended up with a hook in my leg.
2) Jerk that bad boy out.
3) Twist it and push the barb through and then cut it.

I had figured that I was in enough pain that option 3 would not be much worse. BTW, I was wrong. I had prepped myself by lighting a cigerette and opening a beer that was going to be drank 6 hours later. I gripped the lure with my needle nose and gave it one quick twist. I then said words that I hope my mom never hears me say.
After one more beer and two more attempts, I finally got the hook turned enough to push the barb through and cut it off.
My buddy made a smart @$$ comment about me owing him a lure, I mentioned that the reel of braid he backlashed beyond recovery cost more. I will say this about him. He tried really hard not to laugh during the event.
I am sure I will laugh about this, just not yet.