LadyFish
Admiral
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- Mar 18, 2003
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Well, its been a couple weeks since we went fishing and I was having withdrawels. So, we set out for a full day of fins and fun on Saturday.<br /><br />We went down to the end of the island and fished the Gulf side for a bit first thing in the morning but caught nothing. It was pretty rough and we got sick of rocking and rolling so we decided to move to calmer waters.<br /><br />We then headed back over on the bayside to one of my favorite holes and I managed to land a couple beauties.... .....speckeled trout just under 20". <br /><br />The heat was unbearable and the fishing turned off so we headed back east, picked up some more bait and beer and fished the ICW. A friend pulled up in his boat and fished along side of us.<br /><br />Mr. LF hadn't caught anything as of yet and this is a really good spot so I was in hopes he'd land a nice redfish or trout. Well he pulled in a nice trout first, then a HUGE redfish which he got all the way up to the boat but..............<br /><br />I couldn't get to the net, so I was leaning way over the side of the boat to grab the fish and just then the line snapped and the 2 oz egg sinker snapped back and hit me right square in the head. Mr. LF tried to comfort me by telling me if it hit me anywhere else I might have been hurt. <br /><br />A little while later he hooked another redfish, not keeper size but a nice fish. While trying to get the size 8 treble hook out of his mouth the fish went spastic and embedded one of the trebles in Mr. LF's thumb. <br /><br />I don't deal too well with blood and hooked body parts, but I knew I had to get it out. I first took the needle nose and tried to cut the barb off so I could pull it through but I couldn't get under the barb. The plyers were too big. Now mind you, the fish is still attached to one of those barbs. I was panicing. Our buddy yelled over "Connie, do you need help?" and I couldn't have been more thrilled that he asked. We were lucky he was there.<br /><br />The first thing he did was remove the fish from the other part of the hook. The fish was freaking out by this time, and I could tell bythe look on Mr. LF's face that all that flippin and floppin around didn't feel too good.<br /><br />Tod (our buddy) tried the same thing I did and quickly discovered the plyers couldn't get under the barb to cut it off, so he bent the barb down tight and pulled it through. I was ready to puke by this time, but REAL happy Tod came to the rescue. Since I told Mr. LF that I was going have to take my filet knife and slice his thumb and get it out that way, Mr. LF was happy to have him there too.<br />
