It was our annual vacation when I was a kid and time to stuff the car for 6 hours with all our gear and head out. This year was supposed to be an adventure, so instead of going to a pampering hotel we bunked at a campsite. This sounded great; we were going camping for the first time. Hiking, fishing, bonfires, and smores! I should have known then that it was too good to be true!
Well we got there, excited at first and exhausted 3 and 1/2 hours later. There’s a big difference having to figure out how to pop a tent and set up all your gear compared to a hotel with its little toiletries.
After being there the first week of rain and more rain, my dad decided to invite a friend and his family to the campsite. Okay so maybe things would get a little brighter. The sun did shine for a few hours when they came, just long enough for me to take their daughter fishing just under the bridge. We got in the row boat and anchored about 25 feet from shore, no too far, Thank God!
No sooner had I finished getting the first worm on her hook and began fixing mine than she was ready to cast again! Then there it went, the hook, right into my chin as the worm flung off! Now, keep in mind I’m a kid myself, I freaked out! Big time!
I screamed louder than I ever had for help from my Mom and Dad! Just over the bridge a guy was fishing and had heard me. He exclaimed, “Don’t pull it out!” Crying hysterically, I yelped, “What do I do?”
Next thing I know, there’s my mom and dad to my rescue. See, now you understand why I was more than thankful I had not gone far from shore! They dashed into the water and my Dad told my Mom to get the knife from his tackle box. I about passed out as I saw this giant, serrated monster go past my face as she handed it to my Dad! He only used it to cut the fishing line; phew!
Off to the nearest hospital we went, the doctor stuck this big fat needle in my jaw to numb the pain for the next step. By the way, that needle hurt more than words can describe! For anyone who doesn’t know what a fishhook looks like, it has little barbs on the end so when catching a fish it can’t fall off. The doctor had to push the hook through my skin in order to cut off the barbs, before pulling the hook out! Ouch! My Mom almost fainted when it was over!
The rest of the vacation was, you guessed it, more rain! The unnatural amount of rain had turned the ground into a massive mud pie! That which just made packing up all the soaked, muddy gear that much more enjoyable; NOT!
After this story, I’m sure you’ll get why I am not a camper and I don’t like fishing! Not to mention the fact I hate hurting the fish! Oh and thanks to the awesome hands of that Doctor, I have no scar what so ever!