Hooked

First day out. Like it seems it happens every other time I'm out in the ocean, I felt like I had no chance. No fish and no hope. Then, back in the parking lot I did one of those stupid things and busted a guide off the middle of my 9wt - except this was even stupider because I not only busted it off (I was tugging too hard to separate the ferrules after the rod heated up throughout the day and swelled shut when my hand slipped) but I lodged it so deep in the inside bend my left index finger that Jonathan had to literally haul in it with a pair of pliers to get it out. And he's a dentist. He pulls out molars and stuff for a living. Not sure what it was stuck in, but I assume under the tendons (couldn't bend my finger with it in there) and maybe to the bone (it was stuck good). Certainly it was it's normal twisting self and tangled deep in my flesh. Never felt it. Immediately went into shock and then nearly passed out as soon as it came out. Yeah - fun day.