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George the Greek
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George the Greek
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A fishing story, gonna run pretty long I suspect! First of the morning my fishing partner and I hit the brackish water at Buras La. We went to a favorite canal and worked one side, coming back up the other side. This was before saltwater rattletraps and we fished with the freshwater variety most of the time, sharpening the bigger hook and replacing the other one with a bigger hook also well sharpened. Sharp hooks very significantly reduce missed strikes so an hour sharpening hooks was a pretrip routine.
As we were running the trolling motor on the way out I hung a trap in some green large shrub type tree. I had tried to slip under the low limbs to where a redfish was likely to lurk underneath. The flat side of the bait caught a little air and the bait drifted six inches too high. Annoying thing, you have to either break off or go fetch baits hung on green limbs. Dead limbs will usually break off, green ones just whip back and forth. I gave a couple of hard yanks to confirm what I already knew and started working towards the greenery using my rod and heavy bass string to help guide the boat as we went towards the bait.
For some reason, annoyance at starting the day dealing with such foolishness, I gave a final heavy jerk sideways on the rod as I was fifteen or twenty feet away from the lure. It came loose and came at my head moving roughly 764.386MPH, just one side of the sound barrier. I reflexively jerked my head to the side while turning my face sideways.
When the lure hit my nose which had already been broken over a half dozen times I thought it had been broken once more. Felt like an explosion! Blood did explode everywhere! One nostril and the septum had been cleanly sliced by the nice sharp hooks. Hot day and I was bleeding like a stuck hog. Most fishing partners would have freaked but this was my brother. "What do you want to do?"
Hmm, thirty minutes to the dock, at least fifteen to get loaded, over an hour to the closest hospital I knew the quality of, unknown wait while they dealt with the leftovers from last night's weekend in New Orleans. "I have a spare shirt, fish awhile while I see if I can get the bleeding stopped." Probably down somewhere between a cup and a pint already, if I didn't get it stopped I would have to get professional care. If I got the bleeding stopped we would go on fishing. Thank Goodness the hooks had cut through the nose and kept going, no way I was going in with a lure hanging where it looked like I had tried to eat it myself! It would have hurt a lot to cut hooks and pull what was left out of my nose.
This explains the matching scars across a nostril and the septum. It was only a so-so day fishing but even a bad day fishing was better than hours in an emergency room. Of course I had to tell people what happened about forty times when I went into work Monday morning.
Hu