Captain Hook

Yesterday my big brother decided to go creek fishing with some friends. He hadn't had a chance to go yet this summer, and he loves to wade out into the water and see what he can catch.

Joe met up with the other guys and they drove down to Hampshire where one of his friends knew about a great spot. Joe caught himself a small mouth bass on his first cast! Wooo HOOO!! As he reeled the sucker in, he reached down to get it off the hook, and OOPS! Hook went right into his thumb. Dug waaay down in there.

Well, that pretty much ended the fishing trip.

They got back in their cars, and drove Joe back to his. He was in a lot of pain, so much so that he was getting a bit sick... He stopped by his house on the way to the ER to eh emm... umm... use his own bathroom...

When he got to the ER the doc put not 1, not 2, not 3, but FOUR shots in his thumb.

After the first 2 shots, Joe started growling at the doc. Yup. Like a dog. Because... well... that's my brother. But by the 4th shot his thumb was finally getting numb and he couldn't feel anything. The doc was able to get the hook out by prying it with a needle and he didn't think there was gonna be any nerve damage.

The last time Joe went fishing with our Daddy, he stuck a hook through his finger.

Today, Daddy bought him a fish hook remover and took it over to him. You know, for next time.

Just wanted to share.

Peace. Love. Fiddle.
~nat