Today was CNY so our fishing trip started pretty late.
By the time we reached the spot, it was close to 5pm.
We skipped E2 and walked all the way to E1. I fished at the first spot while Nigel went to the end.
I was fishing diligently when all of a sudden I thought I heard someone cry out “Shawn!”. I stood up straight and strained my ears to hear it again when I heard a frantic cry for “Shawn!”.
I slung my bag across my back and picked up my fishing rod and dashed in the direction of the scream.
On the way to the source of the cry it called out again and I shouted back “I’m on the way!”
Imagine my surprise when all I saw was Nigel holding his rod with his lure in the water. I figured a fish was still on the hook (and beneath the weeds) but I mean the way he was shouting I thought he broke a leg or hooked himself in the nose or something.
So anyway, I went into the water to free the lure/fish from some of the thickest weeds/algae I’ve ever seen. When it became apparent that the fish was no longer there, I stepped out when all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain on my left hand. As I rotated my hand to investigate the site, I felt another sharp pain on my hand. It was a leech and it felt like the fucker was a really green nurse cleaning out an open wound (scraping all the way down) with a pen knife. All those idiots who tell you definitively that you will never feel leeches bite are either lying or ignorant.
The pain was very noticeable and very uncomfortable but was still well within my tolerance. Nevertheless, after taking a short video of the fucker, I was keen to get it off.
After burning it off with a cigarette, finding another one crawling up my rain pants, and fishing for another half hour, we left.