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So I went out in the kayak this morning and got a couple of small mackerel. Well, the second one I caught pretty much swam straight to the boat. I looked down at him and saw that he was barely hooked so since he only weighed a few pounds I just kind of flopped him in the boat before he got loose.
There were two problems with that move. One is that there just isn't much room in a kayak an the other is that the fish was really green. He didn't really realize he was in trouble until he was in the kayak between my legs...then he went absolutely ape-s@&$
ballistic! I couldn't even get a hand on him so I just put one hand in front of my face and the other in front of my crotch and tried to stay out of his way. I failed.
He managed to put one of the hooks through the skin of my calf. It only went in about an eighth of an inch so it was no big deal, but there was no pulling it out in that moment with the fish still attached. I stretched the skin and just barely touched it with the edge of my pacific salt and, poof, it was done. Didn't even feel it.
Now this is kind of a silly story and I'm not trying to sell it like it was some big deal, but it does serve as a reminder that sometimes things go wrong in a small boat on the ocean (or whatever your equivalent is in YOUR daily life). The fish could have been 30 pounds instead of 3. The hook could have gone much deeper. It could have been in the face or (gasp) somewhere worse. Point is, if things go bad, I don't want to be sawing a fishes head off or doing impromptu surgery with a dull knife.
So keep em sharp boys. A sharp spydie is a happy spydie.
There were two problems with that move. One is that there just isn't much room in a kayak an the other is that the fish was really green. He didn't really realize he was in trouble until he was in the kayak between my legs...then he went absolutely ape-s@&$
ballistic! I couldn't even get a hand on him so I just put one hand in front of my face and the other in front of my crotch and tried to stay out of his way. I failed.

He managed to put one of the hooks through the skin of my calf. It only went in about an eighth of an inch so it was no big deal, but there was no pulling it out in that moment with the fish still attached. I stretched the skin and just barely touched it with the edge of my pacific salt and, poof, it was done. Didn't even feel it.
Now this is kind of a silly story and I'm not trying to sell it like it was some big deal, but it does serve as a reminder that sometimes things go wrong in a small boat on the ocean (or whatever your equivalent is in YOUR daily life). The fish could have been 30 pounds instead of 3. The hook could have gone much deeper. It could have been in the face or (gasp) somewhere worse. Point is, if things go bad, I don't want to be sawing a fishes head off or doing impromptu surgery with a dull knife.
So keep em sharp boys. A sharp spydie is a happy spydie.


