Hello everyone, My name is John {AKA Streamside} I am a fly fisherman from Ontario. Some of you might know me from being the moderator of the fly fishing forum at BigFish. I just came across your site on a random search for "fishing in Ontario" and I had to join immediately. You guys are just great and I love your site. I think you will see me spending a lot of time here in the future.
Anyway, on with my stupid story. It was late fall, and I was sitting in the emergency room in Newmarket General Hospital, trying to keep my sanity and keep from going into shock after accidentally shooting myself in the hand . The pain was intense and I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach and I thought I was going to pass out. It was early Sunday morning and the staff was in the middle of a switch over, and nobody knew exactly where the doctor was at that moment. The nurse had gone to look for him and I was left sitting with the receptionist for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. By this time, it was throbing like someone had smashed it with a sluge hammer. It was the worst time of my life and I was absolutely in no mood for laughing when all of a sudden I see these two idiots walking in through the emergency doors. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing and thought my mind was playing tricks on me because of the excruciating pain I was in, but closer observation revealed that I was not having delusions . The one guy was wearing all three trebles of an 12 inch red and white Suick. The back set of hooks was embedded in the back of his neck. The middle set and front set where both impaled right through his left cheek, pulling the corner of his mouth to the side and giving him a ridiculous looking smirk. Now I know that's not funny, we all know what it's like to get stuck with a fish hook. But I just couldn't help myself, cause here was his buddy standing beside him with what looked like the entire contents of his tackle box hanging off his own face. I tried to hold it back, but I burst out laughing and for a second, forgot all about my own situation. What the hell happened to you guys I asked?
They both looked at each other, started crying and answered in unison. "Fell down the stairs!".
Anyway, on with my stupid story. It was late fall, and I was sitting in the emergency room in Newmarket General Hospital, trying to keep my sanity and keep from going into shock after accidentally shooting myself in the hand . The pain was intense and I could feel myself getting sick to my stomach and I thought I was going to pass out. It was early Sunday morning and the staff was in the middle of a switch over, and nobody knew exactly where the doctor was at that moment. The nurse had gone to look for him and I was left sitting with the receptionist for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity. By this time, it was throbing like someone had smashed it with a sluge hammer. It was the worst time of my life and I was absolutely in no mood for laughing when all of a sudden I see these two idiots walking in through the emergency doors. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing and thought my mind was playing tricks on me because of the excruciating pain I was in, but closer observation revealed that I was not having delusions . The one guy was wearing all three trebles of an 12 inch red and white Suick. The back set of hooks was embedded in the back of his neck. The middle set and front set where both impaled right through his left cheek, pulling the corner of his mouth to the side and giving him a ridiculous looking smirk. Now I know that's not funny, we all know what it's like to get stuck with a fish hook. But I just couldn't help myself, cause here was his buddy standing beside him with what looked like the entire contents of his tackle box hanging off his own face. I tried to hold it back, but I burst out laughing and for a second, forgot all about my own situation. What the hell happened to you guys I asked?
They both looked at each other, started crying and answered in unison. "Fell down the stairs!".
