“I got one!” Lynn pulled the rod up quickly to set the hook.
“Good. I’ll be right there. I’m baiting your sister’s hook.”
Lynn reeled in the bluegill, held it up, watching it shine in the sun. She turned to her friend Kay, “How many is that now?”
“I’m not sure? Five or six?” Her friend was watching her bobber.
Dad arrived with the pliers, in case the hook was in too deep. It wasn’t, so it came off easily. “Grab the stringer.”
She pulled the stringer up out of the water, to add this one to the small collection they had gotten so far.
They looked over to see that her sister, Lorraine, had caught the tree branch above her. Again. “I give up. I can’t figure out how to cast this.” She put the pole down to wait for Dad to rescue it.
”Well, we’re about out of worms anyway. Let’s head home.”
The group walked around the lake back to the parking lot. The girls climbed into the back of the pickup truck with the cooler of fish. Dad slide the poles up along the edge and went to start the truck.
The girls laughed and talked as they left to drop of Kay at her house.
Lorraine screamed, making the other two girls jump.
“What’s wrong?” Lynn almost bounced her head off the roof of the cab.
”I sat on a hook.”
Lynn crept up to the slide window, trying to keep her balance. “Dad, Lorraine sat on a hook.”
”Uh oh. We’ll stop at our house before we take Kay home.”
Lorraine sat at an odd angle the rest of the two miles to the house, so the hook wouldn’t go any deeper.
Once they arrived at the house, Dad cut the line with his pocketknife and helped his youngest out of the car and they hurried to the bathroom.
Mom greeted them at the door. “Hi. Catch anything?”
Lynn tried to suppress a giggle, “Lorraine caught herself.”
”She sat on a hook.”
”Oh, no. Let’s get her in the bathroom and take a look.”
As Lorraine bent over with her hands on the toilet seat, wincing, Mom gingerly moved the pants down enough to be see the hook. She managed to wiggle it out of the fabric, without causing too much pain.
“Well, at least it didn’t go in past the barb. It should come out easily. Dad cleaned off his pliers and carefully removed the hook.
Lorraine wiped off some tears. “Now I know how the fish feel. I don’t think I’m going again for a long time.”
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