Couple funny things from today--one not so funny
I had 2 guide parties today trying to help out a buddy who has an outboard on the fritz. The guys were all from Chicago and they weren't transplants. They were true-blooded. While one group was out, one guy had one of his crankbaits hang up on something. I quickly discovered it was tangled up in my prop. I took the line and broke it off and tied him another crank on. Probably 20 minutes later, one of the other guys and I saw a fish come up just feet behind the boat then go back down a couple of times. I had the guys check all 8 rods we had out and none had fish on them. I shrugged it off until we saw the fish again. The lightbulb flickered to life and I decided to raise the Suzuki up so I could see the prop. Sure enough, the line led away in a big tangle but there was about a 1 1/4 pound crappie with a face full of C55 trailing the mess. I have no way of knowing if the fish was the cause of the initial tangle or it hit the crank after I broke it off. Either way, I netted it and got as much of the line and the crank back. ( Pulled the prop later to get the rest of the line)
Shortly before I got ready to take the 1st group back to where I picked them up, the same guy who hung up in the Suzuki got his crankbait tangled up in some trash on the bottom. As he reeled it in and swung the bait in so I could clear it, I realized he had hooked a wristwatch. It was a sports band and the face was still very visible. It read 2:30. I'm just glad it didn't have a wrist with it. We've dragged up lots of tackle and all sorts of trash but this was the 1st wrist watch.
I got my rig home and dragged my butt to the shower then took my wife out for Chinese. As we were getting the boat ready later for another guide trip Monday and Tuesday, I went to reach for something--I don't even remember what--when I buried one side of a treble hook on a Bandit Mistake crank almost to the bone in my left pinky finger. I had blood everywhere but once my wife got over the initial shock of it all, she helped me find some side-cutter pliers and cut the hook off at the shank. We now retreated to the bathroom sink as I left a trail of blood from the boat. It took us about 10 minutes to finally push the hook thru enough to get hold of the barb end, clip the bend off, and pull it out of my finger. The blood then flowed like a stuck hog. I've always managed to get hooks out without a trip to the ER. Luckily this was another time.
