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Smallie was caught under that bridge. |
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Catch |
Not only was the fishing bad, but the wade was, too. Rocks just kept sneaking up on us. First the Fat Gordo went down, and came back up okay, and no water in the waders. Then I went down not 5 minutes after that. I was rewarded a nice welt on my right shin.
Once we decided to turn around and make our way back to my car, I went down, again! This time I was rewarded with 3 very nice gashes in my right forearm. I didn’t even bother to check what it was that gave me this glorious wound, but I just have my fingers crossed that it wasn’t a hunk of metal. (Unfortunately, I think it was a hunk of metal.) I was just worried about stopping the bleeding. They were some pretty deep gashes, and I had nothing with me. (I should probably carry a small first aid kit in my pack, and so should you!) In order to stop the bleeding, I had to rip one of the sleeves off of my favorite Vedavoo shirt. The Fat Gordo helped me tie it tight around my wound, and then we carried on.
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Be careful out there!!! |
Not the best of days.
Update: The wound is healing nicely. It sort of looks like I was attacked by a mini Wolverine from the X-men.
Chicks dig scars…just sayin
Might want to get a shot just to be safe.
JustinI truly love to land those smallies. thanks for sharing
What flies?
For sure! I'll have to think up a cool story for it, if it does scar. (I've been using a lot of neosporin) Attacked by a bobcat might fly.
Going to the doctor tomorrow to get it checked on. Seems to be healing well, but I do want to be sure.
The mighty wooly bugger! Get's 'em every time.
Me, too! I am hoping to catch some big smallies up north in Wisconsin when I go musky fishing. If the musky aren't biting for me, I am hoping those beautiful bronze backs are!