Oh, does this bring back memories............
In the summer of 1969, we were vacationing at Lake Sunapee, NH. My father was watching my brother and I fish the little stream that empties out of Lake Sunapee one morning where we were catching copious quantities of brookies and smallmouths on spinners. It seems we couldn't get our lures in the water fast enough the fishing was so good. On one particular cast my brother made he hooked the back of my head with two of the treble hooks of his #2 C.P. Swing. When I howled in pain, he took one look at me and dropped his rod in the water off this embankment where were fishing......with my head still affixed to the line and rod now under water downstream.
My dad first cut the line, then leaped down this embankment in one dash into the water to retrieve the rod (of course!). Then it was a mad dash to find a hospital to remove this thing that was firmly embedded in the back of my noggin.
After sitting in the emergency room with various dogbite and sunburned vacationers, it came my turn and I received a local and a tetanus shot and the doctor clipped the hooks out of my head. When we got back to the car in the parking lot, the first words out of my brother's mouth were; "Where's my lure? That was my favorite spinner!"
I hope he reads this. [hihi]