Hey, That’s My Neck Your Trout Fly Is Sticking Out Of

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I never enjoy getting a hook stuck in me. I really don’t know of anyone that does, although my son might like it as he really enjoys getting tattoos.
Over the almost 50 years of fishing I have had a few hooks stick various places in my body, from my foot to ears but they were all self inflicted. However this story isn’t about me hooking myself. This is about my buddy Roland, who I haven’t fished with for a few years, nothing to do with him hooking me though.
I always were a fishing hat as it keeps a lot of hooks from nailing me in the head when I am fly fishing on those windy days. I wear glasses because I have to if I want to see but I would wear glasses as a safety feature even if I didn’t need them to see. I have only ever ripped my glasses off once but better my glasses than my eye.
Back to my buddy Roland.
We were on Grassy Lake, it’s more of a big pond than a lake but we have pulled many tasty speckled trout from that little lake. Although the year Roland started using a fly rod he only managed to get two trout, on the fly rod that is. And he wasn’t casting at the time, he was just letting the line drag behind the canoe while I was paddling across the lake. He was a great sport about it and never got upset when I teased him about his first year.
Oh yeah, he did how one fish while he was casting. Unfortunately that fish was me. Right in the side of the neck at the speed of sound. Instantly Roland’s face went right into a look of horror and then he couldn’t look at me again.
It was so fast that it didn’t even hurt, no pain at all but of course I could let him know that right away.
Roland was of no help at all as he was too busy looking away and begging me to forgive him.
I tried for a few minutes to get the hook out of my neck but just couldn’t get it to come out and Roland couldn’t look at me so I just left it in my neck and cut the line. He was going to have to tie on a new trout fly.
I fished the rest of the day and when we returned to the car later than evening it only took me about 1 minute to get the fly out of my neck once I could see what I was doing in the rear view mirror.
I should have taken a picture so I could show his wife how he tortures me when we going fishing.



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