When I was six years old my parents took us up to Vogel State Park in north Georgia. We rented a cabin for the night.
The next morning my brother and I went out to the lake. A twelve year old boy was fishing. We watched while he loaded up about 5 night crawlers on the hook.
He told us "The more worms the bigger the fish! Now y'all back up I am going to cast!"
I backed up but not fast enough. He swung the pole backwards over his head, I was about 10 feet away, the hook caught me right in the mouth. I guess I had my mouth open because the hook went inside my mouth and stuck through the cheek.
All those dirty worms were in my mouth.
The guy thought he was hung on a bush, he jerked the pole once or twice without looking back.
I was getting jerked towards the lake by my mouth, like a big fish!
Then, the kid looked back, saw he had hooked a little kid. He screamed, tossed his fishing pole up into the air, and ran off at a high speed.
Never saw him again.
My big brother ran back to the cabin to get my parents.
