Not directly related to wildlife, but I got reminded of this.
Went on a camping field trip when I was in 4th grade. When we went fishing they kept telling kids repeatedly to not run with the fishing poles, or you'll get hooked.
So, the next day some of us are on this trail in the middle of a wooded area, and there are two dumb asses running with their poles out, so I speed up before they can get near me.
By now I'm downhill, and they are still uphill fucking around, there are some pine trees around and shit, wood chippings on the ground, and it just got done raining, so a fresh forest scent is in the air.
As I'm walking downhill listening to these two dumb asses giggling and shit, suddenly I hear someone howling, and I already knew what happened. I had my hands in my pockets, so I kind of turn to the side and look behind me to see the carnage. I'm looking from downhill, so all I see is dude on his tippy toes, and his back curved, and he has his face turned up to the sky with his eyes closed, and a face full of agony, howling like a wolf. Dude had hooked himself right in the gut, and I don't know why, but he was still pulling up on his fishing pole like he had just caught a fish.
I had a smirk on my face because I was mad at dude for almost getting close to me while he was fooling around like that.
The dude that was running with him hooked himself later in a separate incident.