The worst I every felt about hooking someone was the time my dog got it with 3 trebles.

I was 15 and living in texas doing a lot of bass fishing. I can home from the lake and mom told me to take out the trash. I went to my room and dropped my rod on the bed. I had been fishing a large brokenback rapala with 3 treble hooks for large mouth.

about that time my little brother comes in the front door with the dog from a run and the dog is all wound up. The dog in question loves to run from room to room and jump on our beds, he is also a 180lbs of blue great dane. I have never heard a sound like when the three trebles buried in that dog's front leg and chest.

I have to admitt that mordock (the dog ) never tried to snap at any of us while we held him down and pushed those hooks thru and cut the barbs off. needless to say mordock never jumped on a bed agian.

It s one thing to hook my brother ( both times) or my grand fathers (once each) or one of my friends (lost count) they understand what is happeneing. but my dog only knew that he was hurting and not why ,also that we were the ones hurting him . he died a year later from brain tumors and even though my wife had a dog when we got married I have not gotten one.