I was approx. 6 yrs old when our family desided to go fishing on the Platte River just south of North Bend NE.  To my knowledge it was the first time my mom and dad had taken all four of us kids out fishing together.  It was a beautiful day out and everyone was excited.  My dad got my fishing pool all set up with one of those stink bait worms and told me to cast it, so I did so.  Well when I went to cast it I got it snagged on something.  With out turning around to see what it was I just started yanking on it.  My mother started yelling at me to stop so I did.  When I turned around to see what I thought would be a tree it was stuck in I found my dad down on all fours in so much pain he couldn't get a word out.  I had hooked him in the back of the head with that smelly catfish trebble hook full of stink bait.  Once he got up to his feet he started screaming at me and chancing me down the river bank, with the fishing pool dragging behind him.  Once head had finally calmed down and I stopped crying we went back into town to see if anyone could get it out of his head.  We first stopped by the bowling alley to see if anyone in there could.  That trip was unsuccessful, so we went to this little old ladies house to see if she could figure something out.  After hours of trying to get the smelly trebble hook out of his head we decided we had to take him to the emergency room in Fremont, NE.  I had hooked him pretty good, all three prongs on the trebble hook had embedded into his head.  At the time it happened I was very upset and my dad probably would have killed me if he would have caught me on the river bank.  Now when we talk about it though all we can do is laugh.

Good story. would have sucked to be your dad.

I've been hooked in the leg twice(actually once in the foot, the other in the leg), and have had to rip the hooks out with pliers. But that can't hurt as bad as in the head.

that sounds like my luck 5 pound large mounth rolled while my wife picture takeing top fine wentin my finger fld