You know the saying about fishing?
A fisherman is a jerk on one end of the line waiting for a jerk on the other. Well today, I was that jerk on the other end of the line.

Went out at Palm beach, gybed on a wave and I suddenly find a fishing line over my shoulder and left arm. A second later and the hook dug it way into my left wrist (as I'm kiting out to sea on a NE). I didn't feel much, just see my skin stretch unnaturally far. I let go of my bar, trying to prevent more tension in the line, and try to steer the kite towards the beach. But I fell off the board and my body dragging through the water raised the stakes, so I tried biting the line, dropping the kite in the process. I thought if the flesh and skin in my wrist let go, that hook is in my mouth, so I better get this right... Managed to bite through the line, swim to shore, drag kite out of waves. Then the inevitable: pulling the hook out... Surprised myself in that t didn't hurt at all (adrenaline?). Returned the hook to the fisherman who was dumbstruck by it all. He said he cast his line out thinking it wouldn't come near me, but the wind swooped it over my kite lines and then down to my wrist.
(To be clear: I didn't kite through a fishos lines; he cast his line over me)
Anyway, it bled a bit and feels a bit funny now, but I was back out 5min later.