This is more of a fishing story but it lends the use of hunting knives...
Years ago my father, brother and I were fishing in the Chilicotin area of British Columbia on Charolette Lake; a huge lake set way back in the bush the Chilicotin area of North-Central BC.
We were camped at the side of the Lake in my father's 1979 GMC Pick up truck and Dad and I had gone fishing for the morning while my brother slept in. Dad and I decided to make a pass at this point on the side of the Lake and WHAM! I had a fish on.
So we came back to the point, and back and back. Within an hour we both had our limit of nice rainbow trout so we decided to head back.
Upon pulling the boat up on the beach, I had started to clean the fish with my knife when we both heard my brothers’ weak voice behind us whispering "Uh, I think we have a problem here."
My brother had somehow managed to puncture the web between his thumb and forefinger with a hook and upon seeing his own blood passed out on the beach right in front of us.
Dad and I quickly packed my brother into the truck, somehow managed to load the boat and all our camping gear up in record time and drove my brother back to the nurses station in Anaheim Lake to have him taken care of.
The very next day at Nimpo Lake Dad did the exact same thing but instead took his knife out, made an incision, took the rusted out pliers, cut the hook and pulled it through and we carried on fishing. The fish weren't biting at Nimp though.
Submitted by Kevin Peterson
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