Today I went fishing while my wife spent some time with her friend.
I went to a local waterining hole and chose to go to a spot that I heard has largemouth bass.
I have caught largemouth bass throughout my life, and even at this lake, but not at this specific spot.
This was my 2nd attempt at this exact location.
I had some hits whilst jigging a worm.
I threw alongside the coast.
I flipped under some low hanging brush and trees.
I thought to move and carefully walked along the waters edge in my beat up Adidas flip flops.
I stepped onto what I assumed was grass but in actuality, was a big hole covered with grass.
I fell into a muskrat hole.
I fell down to my knee, that is how deep this hole was.
Time slowed down and I had imagined Alice in wonderland falling down the rabbit hole.
My landing was not as nice as hers.
I felt as if I was trying to avoid something in that hole but I did not know what it was.
My big toe led in a dark, then water filled hole.
My big toe landed right in the top of the mouth piece of an aluminum can.
200 lbs pressure into the top of that can.
I sat on my ass and lifted my leg out not knowing what I would see.
I saw my top half of my big toe (above the nail) chunkily hanging and starting to bleed a lot.
I rode my bike home with a blood filled Adidas flip flop.
I got home and cleaned it and it was not as bad as I had thought but still pretty bad.
I thought I could have entirely lost a toe when I was coming out of that muskrat hole.
The pinky for sure would have gotten it.
From peaceful to serious in seconds.
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