On another trip I ran from Bayou Benoit into Mamas pond for a afternoon of fishing with a buddy of mine. After arriving he was having some trouble with a reel of his and he cast it as hard as he could. I hear the lure strike some thing and I thought he had hit the side of the boat until I feel something running down my face. I run my hand and see lots of blood and figure out he hooked me about an inch from my eye with a treble hook! Luckily it pulled all the way threw and he cut the barb off and it was out. He then reached into his tackle box and grabs a bottle of Campo Fanique and says we have to keep it from getting infected. I have never felt pain like that crap caused in my life.
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