Last summer I was fishing the Fraser for sockeye and just about an hour before we left to come home to Seattle I hooked a nice fish. Good fight, beached it, grabbed a nearby rock and bonked the fish. The rock was jagged and cut my hand at the base of my middle finger. And I mean CUT, that span between my first and second finger was split and bleeding. My buddy kept fishing for another hour while I let the cool river water soothe the pain. After a nice three hour ride home, I went to Overlake Hospital and had stitches put in. Two days later I went on a week long golf vacation with the wife. She was upset that "my fishing" might ruin our golf trip. Every swing hurt for the first few days.(But I didn't let her know it)