The hook is now in my knee ( well my right knee) and I am definitely manly yelling. My Grandfather (GF) is telling me to calm down so that he can try to put it out (HA HA NO). I am freaking out because I expected it to hurt a lot more than it does. My Mom is Super freaking out because she is terrified of the sight of blood. After all the freaking out my GF took the fish off the lure that is now attached to my knee and my Mom has cut the fishing line off the lure. That was intense....
*Some Time Later*
We get to the boat launch and my GF and my Mom have to lift me carefully out of the boat and into the car. Now it's just a 2 hour ride to the hospital...yay.