| Hook, line, and sinker - a tale of fishing, injuries and making the most of life | |
| By Owen Bjorgan |
Source: notllocal |
8/15/2024 |
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Credit: Owen Bjorgan |
“He's got me!” exclaims my dad, Moe Bjorgan. In normal circumstances in fishing, he'd be the one saying “I got him!” to a tiny but wiry 12 inch northern pike. My father, an experienced fisherman and outdoorsman, was about to execute one of the most gruelling and impressive things I have ever seen with my very eyes. |
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As he reeled in and grabbed the small fish in routine fashion, the unprecedented unfolded. While he gripped the fish's body in an attempt to remove the hook through its lip, the slimy tubular animal suddenly flipped out. This drove a hook into the webbing of my dad's hand between his thumb and index finger. The fish, still attached to another hook, continued to violently flop while the hand hook was embedded. The hook and barb then visually pierced through the other side of his hand. |
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