Here is a new and unique way to be injured while fishing. If I hadn't seen it myself I would never have believed it.

Last weekend we were out walking the Dogs on the Sky. Collin was casting downriver with a spoon and inadvertently snagged one. It rolled into another so now he's got two on the same hook! The line snaped and cracked him like a whip on the hand hard enough to draw blood.

I now you've got one, let's hear it.

I have to put my vote in for corky and yarn coming back at you at 100 MPH after a "dog" has shaken it loose from its mouth. I do more ducking fishing for chums. Keeps the legs and back from stiffening up from standing in one place for so long.

Caught a nasty, nasty, nasty 12lb. hatchery silver on a small west end OP river last weekend. The thing had a green face and a fuschia body, with big blotches of staphococcus all over it. Needless to say I wasn't thrilled about having to handle it for release...

...I caught it on my last pink powdercoated spoon so really all I was interested in was getting my spoon back. Uh-oh, no pliers....

So I grabbed the lure by the body and picked up the fish to alow it to 'self-release'....in doing so the fish twisted, broke the hook at the eye (make all the 'hook brand' jokes you'd like here, but if you do I will be forced to tell you which brand it was!)and sliced my finger wide open.

In my case you could sub-title this thread 'when you are a dumbass'....

Fishing for the winter steelhead last year. Fell down on a rock. Lets just say that I could not move for two weeks.

Would have to agree with EL on this one, see this alot at Hoodsport, a couple of years ago my friend was horsing in a nasty chum there and it came unzipped and his weight came flying back and hit him square in the forehead. It hit him so hard that it damn near knocked him out. After laughing about it for a few seconds i walked over to see make sure he was OK, he was still a little woosy, but he continued to fish. Saw him the next day and he looked like he had been branded on the forehead, it left an exact imprint of about an inch and a half 1/4" weight where it whacked him. the next time we went fishing for dogs i brought him a present, an inflatable football helmet to wear to make sure he would be safe...needless to say it he didn't wear it and we both got a chuckle about it...thats what friends are for... gotta love it..

you guys remember the story of the guy that burried a swivel in his hand trying to get his gear out of a tree,i think it was a tree.If I remember right he had a glove on too.Didn't know untill ha had xrays taken a couple of days later!!

Took a wrong step headed under the steel bridge one time and broke three ribs.I had already hiked that route a dozen times.Had to spend a cold night in there.I always look like I cary too much gear with me on my canyon excursions but because of that I take some extra survival gear with me.The day I do not take it will be the day I need it.

I've posted this one before...Fishin the ditch back when no one else (relatively speaking) did. It was our first time fishin there and we had thrown everything in the tackle box at em to no avail. Finally I tied on a hoitshot and was into fish on almost every cast. It was low tide and we had forgotten the net. Catchin fish like crazy. Anyway in order to land the fish someone had to stretch out on his belly, reach down to the river and could barely tail the fish. My friend foul hooked one and I was tryin to grab the tail and the plug came out and hooked him in the nose. Hilarious! We cut the hook off and could of gotten the hook out easily but he's a big baby and had to go to the hospital. We coulda went back and fished some more but decided that the second half of the Huskies game (or maybe it was the beer) would be more interestin. Went back the next day and couldn't even get a bite! Same conditions and lures but the salmon had lockjaw. Whatta trip! Probably never forget it.

Sincerely,
Roger

K-16, 18LB FRESH SPRINGER,ONE TREB IN FISH AND ONE TREB IN HAND,, ITS CALLED PISS YOUR PANTS

My cousin and I were fishing Icicle Creek near Leavonworth a few years back. We had caught so many fish we were trying to find a lure they wouldn't bite. He tied on a HUGE ,gaudy rooster tail that was more like Marlin size and promptly hung up. As he pulled for all he was worth,it finally came free,and it came back at the standard 100mph. I hear a scream and look to my left...He couldn't have paid somebody to pierce his ear as well as that rooster tail did. Fortunatly he had pinched the barb so after he quit jumping up and down,it was relatively easy to remove.

Feeling the effects of catching a slinky in the right temple not 10 minutes earlier, I reached down to remove a double hook rig out of a big King when she decided to twist and bury the other hook into my finger...imagine laying on top of this fish screaming with every move it makes as it is jerking the hook deeper into the bone in my finger...where was america's funnist video? My buddy, the one who tried to kill me with the slinky was now my best friend again after acting fast to cut the leader connecting me to the fish....still makes me a little squeemish...always use pliers....

Racked up my hands when a king took off and my fly reel just hit my knckles till they bleed.

Or this, in the arage this summer, I am making slinky's like mad and I'm at the stage of melting the end when I drip some of that molten lava on my finger which by it's self was more pain than a man should have to endure, but there's more...instant reaction as it was burning into my finger was to but it in my mouth...molten lava is now cooled off by adhereing to my upper lip and two front teeth...next step...go into house and explain to wife why my finger is attached to my lip and two front teeth...always wear gloves..

Pick up a 35lb Tule to get a nice pic before sending it back and having it pimpslap you right accross the face with it's tail.

Doh, that's gonna leave a mark...
Worse fishing injury of my career...

Can't think of anything worst than catching a net in my pump going full throttle and coming to a dead stop!
Two days in the hospital and one shattered collar bone!

Yea, it smarted!

was waiting at the take out for my wife to bring the truck and trailer, it was january and cold, there was about 15 min of daylight left so i decided to throw a spinner while i waited, first cast, wak, fish on, couldnt beleive it, floated for six hours, nothing, then catch one at the ramp i do battle and get him to the bank, on the last pull to beach him the spinner comes zippen out, i throw my rod on the beach and grab the fish in a craddle it flops around and smacks me in the face, im so cold i cant feel it, i throw the brat up on the bank only to notice that a leader dispencer fell out of my vest and was making its way down river, i go after the dispencer and get it then i turn around only to watch the fish flop a couple of times and make it to the water and slowly swim off, you gotta be ****n me, then the headlights hit me in the face, its my wife and she wants to know who gave me the bloody nose, you wouldnt beleive it if told you, get in the truck..that fish for sure won, i dont mind loosing a fish at all, it happens, but the bloody nose hits a sore spot

I got a couple.

In-between the ages of 10-14 I would camp for several days down at Twanoh State park during the summer. We would catch all different kinds of fish off the state park dock there, and every bullhead would get cut in half then thrown back to chum the water for Sharks that night ( just a dumb kid thing to do)

We would stay out on the dock late at night and catch some nice sand shark, some up to six feet.
Once I was pulling a big one in, got him on the dock, and proceeded to pull my hook out of his mouth when he turned and nailed my finger good. 18 stitches the next morning up in Belfair.

I also got nailed as a young'in by my grandfather while walking up behind him while he was flyfishing. His fly buried itself into my skullcap. had to do the old push it out and cut the bard off, then back it out trick. OUCH!

A couple of years ago in Barkley Sound we got a double-header on nice kings, we got the first one in the boat, and hurryed to get it out of the net and get the hootchie untangled from the net. We got the net free, my buddy netted the second fish but pulled straight up on the net with the handle horizontal, you guessed it, the net hoop broke at the handle. I dove to that side of the boat to grab the net, and caught the boat's aluminum railing in my ribs. We both grabbed the net hoop and got the fish in, the first one was a 31lb'er and the second a 38lb'er, but I had cracked ribs to deal with for the next few weeks... very painful, couldn't breathe in deep or laugh at all.

-N.

Was fishing for pinks last season and had a great day. Landed 32 and my buddy landed 20+.

We were swimming jigs. (Yes you can fish jigs without a float and not snag fish, I caught over 50 fish this way and only one was foul hooked. At one point I watched 3 fish fight to take my buddies jig).

Anyway, I'd forgotten my pliers so was releasing the fish by hand and not suprisingly got stuck multiple times trying to get the jig free. One time right under my finger nail. All mildly painful but nothing too traumatic.

That was until a couple days later when the one under my finger nail got infected. You want to talk about pain, the pressure under my finger nail hurt like he!!.

A couple days later I was in the emergency room hooked up to IV antibiotics. The infection had shot up past my elbow. I lost my finger nail (those take a while to grow back) but otherwise recovered nicely and now have a pair of pliers tied on my vest.

Oh yeah, my favorite pencil lead injury came during a feezing day on a Olypen river after I had waded across and hung up in a tree trying to reach a jucy slot. The lead came zipping back, 3" of 3/16 end on, direct hit through my waders in the crotch area and into the head of poor old Wee Willie, who was already rather cold and retracted, but unfortunately just not far enough . Yeah, OUCH, but fortunately no blood was spilled as I had on several layers under the waders. However, I did have to wade back through the river at somewhat over crotch deep with a 3/16 inch puncture somewhat below the water line - adding freezing insult to injury as I was carrying no wader repair kit . I carry one now - and for awhile was tempted to start wearing a cup

I was attempting to help my buddy get his new boat on the trailer at the mouth of the johns. climbed out on to the trailer frame to hook up the cable (no waders just barn boots) I did sort of a spin-jump and landed my first foot in about 8 inches of water and my foot got stuck between the cement planks. Ended up face down in the river with a dislocated knee. spent the next six weeks on crutches

Long ago in a far away universe. I used to commercial fish. I was stacking web on a perseiner when the seine got backlashed in the powerblock. Looked up to clear it and took about 3 pounds of red hot jelly in the eyes, ears, nose and mouth. Never looked up again!