Well, went to Otay on Wed. and launched at around 9, tons of trailers in the lot. Nice overcast conditions, no wind, and went to the trusty jerkbait, which got me 46 last week here, but after an hour left me scratching my head, nada. Then I went to a crankbait, (thanks Winstondry for loaning my this lure at Miramar, it was a God-send this day) and soon got the first of 26 nice bass for the day. Not all on that lure, I got one on a spoon and a bunch on other type cranks. :/). Mike got a dozen, but lost three times that amount with them throwing his lure, really unlucky. I only had one throw it, but that was even more unlucky in a way, as you'll soon read. Nicer model this day over the past few weeks, lower number, but bigger fish. Fine with me. Even saw a 'froggy looking spot', tossed on on it, and whammo, first frog fish of the year, but 'no sticky'. Soon. Speaking of spoons, my buddy Tom showed up noonish and saw them on his graph chowing down on a bait ball and got on his boat for a better looksey on how to target them, I've only used mine for depth and gps really, don't do a lot of ice jigs, spoons, etc., but he was getting into them pretty good, mostly dinks with a nicer model here and there. I got one in short order, once I put on a larger crocodile spoon I'd had for years but never used that is. The next cast I got another in short order, and as she reached the top, as I was horsing her in, she threw the lure, which being so heavy (must be an ounce at least) shot behind me like a bullet. It then slingshot forward,then back in a split second, hitting me square in my left eyeball. Instantly I cried out in pain and astonishment, as both Mike, my backseater, and Tom asked if was ok. I did not know, for all I new the lure might have stuck the treble in it, as I'd just honed it to fantastic sharpness moments earlier. I prayed before feeling to see if it was stuck in my eye, that it wouldn't be, yet already wondering what going to the hospital with a lure in an eyeball would be like, the prospect horrified me! And simultaneously, I was praying to the Lord that the lure had not stuck my eye. My friend Tom in the background, I'd just got off his boat and got back on mine. This large metal soon would soon hit me in the eye at warp speed!!! Oh my. About 10 minutes after the accident, self portrait of the eye, to see if I could see damage. I felt around and did not feel the lure in it (of course, the eyelid was closed from the pain inflicted on it too, and in this same split second after getting hit), and I put my finger on the fluids already pouring from under my eyelid for color. Did not see red, that was a good sign, as I figured the lure could have torn my eye too (it still might be somewhat, the wife is afraid to look). Went to the back of the boat and asked Mike to take a look, and somehow got the eyelid open enough for him to look. He said he did not see any blood!!!! Thank You LORD! But it was tearing to no end, and did all afternoon, making casting difficult as I basically only had one eye, so no depth perception. Driving was weird at night, as the tearing made everything streaky, taillights wise, and headlight hurt (bright light). But I fished another 7 hours, and I got a nice sunset shot, still getting nicer models two, about twice the size (two pounder average instead of ones) over the week before. Water was 65, air about 75, was soooo nice out there. And minus the eyeball ordeal, was one of the nicest days I've ever had on the water. What a blessing some believer friends called me too, and prayed for my eye to recover quickly while I fished. My buddy/backseater Mike asked on the way home, did you have your sunglasses on? And in fact they usually are, but I took them off to tie on the spoon moments earlier and forgot to put them back on. Such a pretty lake, so blessed to have fished it for over 50 years now. PS The pain is less today (it's night now), and I see double in the fact anything I look at has a halo on it.. nothing is sharp. I'm continuing to pray for complete healing, and believe my awesome God will hear my prayers, in the affirmative. Moral of the story, wear some sort of glasses, sunglasses at all times on the water. I'm sure if I had, I'd only have a broken lens instead of a half-broken eyeball.