The plan Friday evening was to fish from 6:30 until dark to see if we could pick up some crappies. I caught a nice bass right away. Those of you who fish in my boat know that I always have a couple of extra rods and reels set up ready to go. Well, in releasing the bass, I managed to impale a finger on a jig from one of those rods. I looked down and couldn't see the barb. It was totally imbedded in my trigger finger, no less. Glenda helped me pull the trolling motor and we made a dash back to the dock. I got a wire cutters, cut the hook and tried to push it through. That, unfortunately, didn't work. I had to take a pliers and pull it out the way it went in. As I was stopping the blood, Glenda got some band aids and asked "what next"? I told her to mix me a high ball as we were heading back out! Never did get much action afterwards. Caught a few small crappies and more of those ^%%$%^%^ bass.
We were the only boat on the lake and it was a beautiful sunset. Everybody else missed out. I wonder what the poor people were doing dad.....
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I hope that this does handicap you for grouse hunting. Somebody needs to shoot the birds.
It might to tough to ground swat some birds one handed!
Ground swat?? When a grouse gets up, there's noise and one can pick out where the bird is. With ground swatting, one must pick out the sneaky grouse walking in a stealth like manner through the brush. No easy task with eyes like mine.
Heck, I once hunted three days with a busted hand (finger), so I can certainly ground swat with a sore one...
Uffda!
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