I got it stuck in my foot on the last night of a fishing trip at Lake Amistad along the Texas/Mexico border. It had been a long day. I'd caught a lot of fish, gotten some sun, and had a good time with my buddies. I had just showered and was getting ready to put on some clean clothes when I stepped on a hook buried in the shag carpet of the cabin I was staying in. It was a large hook and it embedded itself deep into the muscle of the ball of my foot. It hurt like hell. Try as hard as I could though I couldn't move the hook forward or backward and there was no way in hell I was going to let my buddies touch it. I did however let them drive me twenty miles into Del Rio, Texas to the emergency room to have the hook removed by a trained medical professional.