Last 4th of July my wife and I went to Ocracoke for the weekend. On the 4th, we headed out for a day of fishing.....about 15 miles out, we set the spread and started trolling for Mahi. a half hour later, 2 lines hooked up. I told her to pull the boat into neutral, and we brought in the fish. I had mine in first, so I was tying the line off to leave it in the water while we worked the school, when all of a sudden: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz two of the other lines that hadn't been reeled up went crazy-then snapped, as did the chum bag that I had just set out. She had accidentally tripped the safety button when pulling the throttle into neutral and pulled it into reverse, and the lines that went and the chum bag had fouled in the prop. By this time, we were 25 miles offshore so I made the decision to unfoul the prop right then and worry about fishing later since that was our ride home. (in hindsight, I wish we'd have put more fish in the boat first!) I couldn't get all of the line unwound and ended up having to take the prop off. After removing the prop and getting the rest of the line out from behind it, I was putting it back on, and I jumped in the water and wrapped my left forearm around the prop to hold it while I was tightening the nut. Bad move. The prop rotated just a fraction of a turn when I torqued on the nut and the sharp trailing edge laid my inner forearm open in true filet knife fashion. The cut was only about 1 1/2" long, but deep enough that I could see veins and tendons. After making a quick determination that no helicopter ride was needed, since blood was pouring instead squirting, the wife got the first aid kit out, which was in a nylon bag with a zipper that couldn't be persuaded to move with pliers, I had to open it with a filet knife. We got the wound dressed and headed in. We arrived back in Ocracoke at about 2:45 in the afternoon, about 15 minutes before the 4th of July parade was to start, located a phone book, and called the one and only clinic in town. The Doctor was of course not in, but his cell number was on the recording. He came to the clinic right after the parade was over and stitched up my handy work, gave me some antibiotics, and sent us on our way. The rest of the day turned out great. We were docked with the rear of the boat facing directly toward the beach where the quite impressive fireworks display would take place, so we spent the evening with the helm chairs turned around and our feet up enjoying the fireworks and sipping 12 ounce painkillers! See....even the worst day of fishing is better than the best day at work!!