"Hook, Line and Stinker"

Back in the day, my older sister Bonnie and I were inseperable. She was just a tad of a "Tomboy" and we did everthing together, life was one big competition. Some of the stuff we would get into was, by todays standards, front page news, but back then a good old fashioned spanking would repair wrong doing.
Anyway this day was a hot and sunny summer day and we decided to go fishin.We lived on a farm that had a pond as a water source for the livestock. It had grown in with weeds so my dad, bless his soul, threw some catfish in it to clean it up a bit. By the way fishin for us was a stick with a line tied to it and a hook with a big fat worm and usually a nut for a sinker.
There was no trick to it, just lay the line out behind you and give the stick a quick flip and after the line hit the water just sit down and wonder what the world was all about. A tug would indicated a hit and after the catch throw it back in and do it all over again.
This day was no different, except, when Bonnie gave her pole a flick it caught on a weed, no worries just give 'er a yank. A good swift yank sent the hook flyin' right into the back of her leg, "oooooooouuuwwweeeeeeyyou" there were a few other coloured words that shouldn't be printed here, but you get the drift. Off to house I ran to get help, Dad heads to the pond , grumbling all the way about his dinner waiting. He gets a pair of pliers and tells her to bend over { the hook was at the top part of the leg if you know what I mean} now the squeeling gets goin' in earnest, as well as some cryin' and wailin'.
No matter which way he twisted or turned the hook, it wouldn't come out. I'm pretty sure that's the day in history that they added a new note to the voice scale. Sooo off to see Doc Cantelon, and on arrival after he stopped laughing, a quick nick with his scalpel and out come the hook, worm and all.
It is kind of an anti climatic ending but we always told that story at our family dinners and I know for fact thats the biggest fish she ever caught.