I was fishing with my uncle when we where about 12 in a small Snohomish county creek. We had just caught enough grass hoppers ,to resupply for the rest of the day, from a big field. We stop at the electric fence between us and the creek and he says " I got to pee wanna see what happens when I pee on the fence ?" I said "sure". He starts peeing then lets out a scream and jumps back a few feet and falls to the ground. He is laying on the ground with his wedding tackle in his hand and his eye sall bugged out groaning. It was a few minutes before he could speak. He did not say much the rest of the day and kind of a glazed look in his eyes. Another time he had waded out to the middle of a small river trying to fish a hole before I got there. We competitively fished each always trying to catch more,bigger faster than the other. Anyhow I see him out on this rock and he is all hunched up. I yelled to him to see what he was doing. He yells back that I need to wade out and help him. turns out he got to the rock and had to pee . He saw me coming and decides he better hurry and get his line in the water. He zips his wanker in his Jeans zipper and it's stuck, real stuck. I tell him I will just yank the zipper real hard so we can get back to fishing. He says no thanks and wants me to help him wade back to shore so he can go back to camp and have his mom look at it.