My Narrow Escapes 
doubletaper
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My Narrow Escapes
My Narrow Escapes
It wasn’t until I was lying, for some time, upon the snow covered ice that I actually thought I was going to die. With my right eye covered up by snow and my thick scales trying to ward off the coldness of the ice, I felt helpless. I knew enough not to flip about using up energy and trying to find the hole I came out of; I have scars on my body to show for it. I’m not sure what humans think when catching us carp. I know we aren’t the nicest looking fish in the water but come on; we got a heart, feelings and can feel pain. Just go ask PETA. As I laid there I started to reflect the times I was caught and the war scars I have to prove it. The lacerations on my left side were from two young boys. They had hooked me when I was trying to steal one of their dough-balls. After dragging me across the rocky shore it was if they weren’t sure if I bit or not. I was young than and flipped and flopped around trying to unhook the big barb from my fat lip. One of them decided if he whipped me with a hickory switch it would calm me down. Well, it hurt worse and I started flopping around for dear life until the one boy stepped on my tail. I was dead tired about then when an older gentleman came to my rescue. He lifted me up with his big callused hands and forcefully unhooked me. He mentioned something like I wasn’t worth eat’n and let the kid toss me back into the water. My pectoral and pelvic fin on my right side was detached with some kind of hatchet. You would have thought I’d of lernt my lesson that dough-balls aren’t a common natural food source in the creek in which I live. Any how, these young teenagers thought that if they would chop off my fins on one side I would swim in circles. Well I actually did for a while until I figured out by relaxing the fins on my other side I could propel myself forward by swishing my caudal fin quickly in even strokes. The indentation in my left side was from the toe of a boot. Some foolish drunk twenty year olds thought it would be fun to play carp punting! Most of the time I only brushed up against their sneakers and got lobbed a few feet in the right or left direction from their kicks landing on the soft grassy ground. Well this big guy, with boots on, must have done this a time or two. I remember as he dropped me from his grip and as I was falling, all of a sudden I felt the biggest force I ever felt come in contact with my body. The force of the pressure, within my innards, felt like enough force that I thought it was going to make my head explode. I lifted off the toe of his boot towards the sky. I wanted to die at that moment. I blacked out and didn’t come to until I slapped against the water some 30 feet away. I remember lying upon the water surface a while until I heard bb’s skipping off the water. After that I decided to limit my diet. No more dough-balls or beer soaked night-crawlers. The burnt mark in front of my dorsal fin was a hurt’n both I and the fisher girl felt. There was this young girl, in a blue skirt, who lifted me up out of the water after I got hooked on a fresh garden worm. She swung me around, to show her friends in straw hats, when my back came in contact with an electrical fence. It only took a second for the DC current to flow through my wet body, along the fishing line to the spool attached to the stick she was holding. It was comical, though I was sizzling, to watch the shock in that little girls face. She screamed and threw the stick, in which I was obviously still attached to by the line, skyward. I remember being in this position before. I fell back down into the water. I knew better than to just lay upon the surface to see what happens next. I hurriedly swam beneath the surface, still confused, and before I knew it the hook dislodged as I swam in circles. I believe the blindness to my right eye was an accident. It was during trout season. I was minding my own business, meditating, in the middle of a pool of clear water. There were a few shaken trout around me that suddenly appeared from nowhere as if they dropped from the sky. They looked kinda confused and doped up. All of a sudden I got a glimpse of a sparkling, spinning gadget swimming towards me with great speed. Trout scattered but I had a tough time picking up enough speed to avoid it due to my missing appendages. You guessed it, a hook from the treble, hooked into the corner of my right eye socket. It hurt like h3ll! I tried to maneuver myself to be pulled head first but I couldn’t right myself and started to tumble through the pool of water, drug over the stony shallows to the feet of the catcher. The hook finally dislodged from the slack in the line and I laid there for only a second. I seen the catcher sweep his foot backwards and I had just enough energy to flop myself into the shallow water escaping from his sweeping forward kick. He lost his footing and came splashing down nearly crushing me. I didn’t hang around and zigzagged out of danger. Just then is when I felt knitted mittens lift me off the snowy ice. I tried to lay balanced upon the small tossle hat kid’s gloves. I felt him moving forward and I started to slip from his grip. With one burst of my last energy I swatted my caudal fin and projected from his mittens. I fell upon the ice and came within inches from the open hole, good eye facing up. A, black fingernail polished, guy reached for me. I slapped snow on his long German frock coat as I slipped through the hole and into the water. Whew, what another narrow escape. _________~doubletaper
post edited by doubletaper - 2011/02/11 15:31:10
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acmaul13
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RE: My Narrow Escapes
2011/02/11 17:35:23
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Very good read DT!Not as good as the nubile ones but very good for its perspective,one should always take this into consideration when handleing a fish.
Thank for posting it,
ac
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