When a Poodle Attacks: That's Gonna Leave a Mark!

On a Little Red streamer fishing trip a few days ago, Papa Stu started the day with a great fly choice, insert plug here: Rouse’s Poodle. When he was trying to land a big rainbow beside the boat, he had a mega flexed rod in his right hand. With his left hand he reached down and grabbed the leader. At this moment the fly shook out of the fish’s mouth, and ZOWIE! A high speed Poodle right through the finger tip! 
Papa Stu and son, Tommy, established over the next few minutes that this was not a retrieval they should attempt. Now, at this point, when most would be heading to the doctor’s office or ER, they show up at my back door. They figured I had seen more of these than most MDs. I quickly moved them into a sterile work environment–wooden adirondack on my deck. After a quick examination, I came up with a plan of attack. I went to my garage, retrieved a rusty pair of dikes, pair of Van Staal Pliers, and 30# mono. Voila! Hook was gone. –Jamie