when I was a young boy the family lived in Michigan for several years. Dad was working the night shift and we would often go bass fishing after he got off work. Steel casting rod, Winona reels, dacron line, and topwater bass plugs like jitterbugs and fishcakes. These plugs had 4 small treble hooks. To set the stage it's between midnight and dawn, pitch dark, and we're paddling along the lilly pad lines casting to splashes and the noises caused by feeding bass. Dad hooks up, bass jumps and throws the plug, it flies back and sticks in my right eyebrow. Being dark, dad didn't know what happened so he triiied to reel up to re-cast which stuck another hook in my forehead. By then he figured it out and being the hardcore fisherman that he was; he took the pliars and cut the hooks off the plug. Tied on another and fished for another hour.Of course after we were done fishing he took me to the hospital to have the hooks removed. Fast forward to the next year. Same thing only he got my right ear! Boy did I owe the old man! The next year we were fishing and a black water snake crawled over the gunnel nto the floor f the boat. I grabbed a paddle, swung with all my might, missed, and hit dad on the top of his left foot breaking 2 bones. Funny thing was that when that happened we stopped fishing and went to the emergency room right away! We kidded each other for years.
One more: Back in the early 80's at McConnell's boathouse in Mukilteo I was cleaning some silvers when I heard the cart go down the rails to retrieve a boat. I recoganized them as a husband and wife who always fisshed togetther. Before the cart even stopped moving the wife jumped out of the boat, ran out the gate, and locked herself in their truck. We heard her husband yelling all sorts of profanity but couldn't see him. Looked in the bottom of the boat and there he was on the floor laying on thee landing net that had 2 still alive, flopping silvers in it. They had got a double header and netted both fish at once. They were using 5" white Silver Horde plugs (2 treble hooks each). The bite was on so he tried to reach in and get his plug to resume fishing. The fish flopped and buried a treble in his hand. He yelled at his wife to get the fish whacker and stun the fish. Just then the other fish started also flopping burying another treble that was attached to it in his other hand! He was screaming and she swung at a fish, missed the fish but hit him in the head stunning him causing him to fall face first into the net full of fish. He then got a 3rd treble stuck in his cheek! What a sight that was in the emergency room that afternoon! I still remember the looks on the nurses faces as we brought him, the net, and the fish in. Oh, and the marriage survived.