We get to hear many hair-raising stories of fishing valor and misadventures. There are some adventures that are good learning tools. We’ve seen our share of hooked fingers, filleted fingers, bruises, bumps and even scalps opened by carelessly tossed rocks. Last month we had another “learning” experience on Seseganaga Lake.
I can't invent these kind of things.
This not something I would try to repeat personally, but I’m sure someone who doesn’t read this will achieve their own battle scar from an event similar.
Names are not needed. The scarring process began with a friendly “casting for distance” contest. Fisherman A managed an admirable toss – at least in his own estimation. His partner, of course, was sure the cast was beatable. With a 5 inch Eppinger Red and White dangling from his rod tip, Angler B wielded the lure like a medieval chain and ball and attempted a cast of Herculean proportion. His miscalculation was the proximity of Fisherman A’s face to the hooked projectile. The flung lure did not actually travel too far as it connected to a face only feet behind the hurler. Apparently the glasses worn by Fisherman A absorbed most of the impact and fortunately the treble hook never buried itself into soft flesh. As the awestruck Fisherman A realized he was struck, his glasses where flying through the air and choice words where exchanged.
Moral of the story; please think through actions while enjoying the wilderness. We really would like to fly you out of the bush in the same state you were in when we left you at the lake.
A group splitting up because they are too big is a good thing; splitting up because they are a danger to each other is not.
Please be careful.
