Lug In your Face

Just thought I would share this!!

I was baiting up some Lug at the weekend.. with extreme concentration I was passing the hook through the lug and all of a sudden the lug burst and the blood and guts went straight into my eye... the most disturbing thing that has happened to me while baiting up.. keeping the eye closed i finished baiting up and washed it out with the only abundant water around... which was sea water

so what the daftest thing you have done when fishing?

Ohh where do I start

Have to give this some thought...............watch this space

About 10 years ago myself and a buddy were fishing Rostoonstown we were chatting away to another angler I'd just re-baited went to cast out and in spectacular fashion somehow managed to cast myself into the sea talk about mortified my buddy and the other angler were actually crying with laughter as I trudged dripping wet out of the surf... maybe that angler was one of you guys who knows....

kinda hard to beat that one now Conor , a nearly similiar thing happened to me years ago when I was climbing up a ledge which was really slippery due to the effects of torrential rain, holding a good sized fish with both hands, obviously I didn't fully make it up to the edge, slipped and fell over backwards into the drink, launching the poor fish like a rocket. It took him longer than me to reach the water and he landed nearly on top of me, so I actually cought him twice

the same thing happened to me I was baiting up with lug and the worm burst on my face!

I got rag juice in the smacker on Friday! Anyone else get a burning feeling on their fingers from rag? The best one was me with no head lamp climbing up a cliff hold onto Eric's hand afterwards. I have to say he is such a gentleman

I've cracks in my fingers from work, and it stings like hell when the juices get into them,,but no pain no gain .I've also seen Fishface put the worms into his mouth to drive away pesky tourists When I think of when I started fishing I used clean off my fingers with baby wipes before I ate anything ,now I couldnt give a monkeys

well stuff like that has happeneed to lots and fishes crapping on ya.a mate of mine was casting one day and on his cast caught another mate at the time by the eyebrow.haha.he had to go to the doc and get it cut out.i suppose thats serious not fun

Lug and rag sting like hell after using them.. My hands actually come out in a rash... Another one was a pulling for a break and the line finally giving way and hitting me square on the nose

Broken Rods and crack offs are my specialty, Got a brand new beech caster out in Wicklow and told my two buddys "Ring Liverpool and tell them to duck" snap, two new rods! Broke a rod on a snag in Dalkey only to whack my friend in the face leaving him with a nice shiner the day before a job interview, he broke his own rods 10 minutes later but I ducked . If you've never smashed a rod tip in a van door well you've never been fishing in my opinion. Broke my fly rod on bush behind me, Broke my spinning rod on Sat just gone on a railing in Dun Laoire and watched a my pike rod disappear down the canal after a barge one lazy sunny day. I really should be more careful!

Then there's catching sea-guls, seals and dogs all very traumatizing!

jes' were do i start i'll get back to this when i stop laughing

i was walking across a slippery rock ledge after a torriential rain shower,slipped, and landed on my rod bag breaking BOTH rods no fishing for me that day!!

Daftest thing I ever saw was 2 womanising, drunken Irish team captains on a boring day on Gurteen playing darts with lugworm, attempting to throw them into the others open mouth from 5 paces..... No prizes for guessing who, inspiring stuff really, thanks JP and Sean...

Broken Rods and crack offs are my specialty, Got a brand new beech caster out in Wicklow and told my two buddys "Ring Liverpool and tell them to duck" snap, two new rods! Broke a rod on a snag in Dalkey only to whack my friend in the face leaving him with a nice shiner the day before a job interview, he broke his own rods 10 minutes later but I ducked . If you've never smashed a rod tip in a van door well you've never been fishing in my opinion. Broke my fly rod on bush behind me, Broke my spinning rod on Sat just gone on a railing in Dun Laoire and watched a my pike rod disappear down the canal after a barge one lazy sunny day. I really should be more careful!

Then there's catching sea-guls, seals and dogs all very traumatizing!

Remind me never to give you a loan of a rod Cormac

Daftest thing I ever saw was 2 womanising, drunken Irish team captains on a boring day on Gurteen playing darts with lugworm, attempting to throw them into the others open mouth from 5 paces..... No prizes for guessing who, inspiring stuff really, thanks JP and Sean...

Inspiring stuff there, wouldnt blame them on that beach haha

Very long story but I will give you the highlight: When I lived in the UK being somewhat landlocked most of my fishing was for pike, static set-up, three rods, bite alarms all the bells and whistles.I had a cracking run and landed a good pike of 20lb 4oz then a second alarm screamed so I wound into and struck.... only to see a swan cartwheel in the middle of the lake.
After one of the best fights I've ever had. I managed to land the swan who was less than impressed, so much so it hit me with its wing and bit me over the eye. Rods were going everywhere, alarms we screaming as I fought with the swan who had managed to get the upper hand by now. As it came at me again I punched it in self-defence and it made a noise like deflating bagpipes. I could hear roars of laughter from the other side of the pit as I rolled around the floor covered in mud, feathers and my own blood.
I managed to grab it by the neck and found, luckily enough, it was wearing a split-ring on it's leg which had picked up my wire trace and the two treble hooks were caught in that and not the swan.
From behind me I heard a massive whooping sound and turned run just in time for the male swan, who had launched a half flying attack accross the pits surface, to hit me in the throat and knock me into the Gravel pit, it was the end of November and thin ice had formed tight to the banks, no danger but bloody cold. The swans stood over me hissing and I had to swim/wade to the next peg to get out. By this time both swans had returned to the water unharmed. I was freezing, soaking wet and still covered in mud, blood and feathers.
Two lads came from the other side of the pit to see if I was alright and to apologise for not helping. They said they were incapacitated through laughter.

i remember setting up beside a fela and fishing beside him all night engaged in deep conversation and when i was packing up i cut his rig off and took his rod and reel apart instead of mine and only noticed when i went to put his rod in my rod bag..... admittedly it was dark but jesus i do be away in the clouds sometimes ha

Very long story but I will give you the highlight: When I lived in the UK being somewhat landlocked most of my fishing was for pike, static set-up, three rods, bite alarms all the bells and whistles.I had a cracking run and landed a good pike of 20lb 4oz then a second alarm screamed so I wound into and struck.... only to see a swan cartwheel in the middle of the lake.
After one of the best fights I've ever had. I managed to land the swan who was less than impressed, so much so it hit me with its wing and bit me over the eye. Rods were going everywhere, alarms we screaming as I fought with the swan who had managed to get the upper hand by now. As it came at me again I punched it in self-defence and it made a noise like deflating bagpipes. I could hear roars of laughter from the other side of the pit as I rolled around the floor covered in mud, feathers and my own blood.
I managed to grab it by the neck and found, luckily enough, it was wearing a split-ring on it's leg which had picked up my wire trace and the two treble hooks were caught in that and not the swan.
From behind me I heard a massive whooping sound and turned run just in time for the male swan, who had launched a half flying attack accross the pits surface, to hit me in the throat and knock me into the Gravel pit, it was the end of November and thin ice had formed tight to the banks, no danger but bloody cold. The swans stood over me hissing and I had to swim/wade to the next peg to get out. By this time both swans had returned to the water unharmed. I was freezing, soaking wet and still covered in mud, blood and feathers.
Two lads came from the other side of the pit to see if I was alright and to apologise for not helping. They said they were incapacitated through laughter.

Fooking Brilliant!!!!!

Very long story but I will give you the highlight: When I lived in the UK being somewhat landlocked most of my fishing was for pike, static set-up, three rods, bite alarms all the bells and whistles.I had a cracking run and landed a good pike of 20lb 4oz then a second alarm screamed so I wound into and struck.... only to see a swan cartwheel in the middle of the lake.
After one of the best fights I've ever had. I managed to land the swan who was less than impressed, so much so it hit me with its wing and bit me over the eye. Rods were going everywhere, alarms we screaming as I fought with the swan who had managed to get the upper hand by now. As it came at me again I punched it in self-defence and it made a noise like deflating bagpipes. I could hear roars of laughter from the other side of the pit as I rolled around the floor covered in mud, feathers and my own blood.
I managed to grab it by the neck and found, luckily enough, it was wearing a split-ring on it's leg which had picked up my wire trace and the two treble hooks were caught in that and not the swan.
From behind me I heard a massive whooping sound and turned run just in time for the male swan, who had launched a half flying attack accross the pits surface, to hit me in the throat and knock me into the Gravel pit, it was the end of November and thin ice had formed tight to the banks, no danger but bloody cold. The swans stood over me hissing and I had to swim/wade to the next peg to get out. By this time both swans had returned to the water unharmed. I was freezing, soaking wet and still covered in mud, blood and feathers.
Two lads came from the other side of the pit to see if I was alright and to apologise for not helping. They said they were incapacitated through laughter.

lmao.. brilliant

baitdigger still cant stop laughing!!!! pure brilliance!!!!!!!