When I was about 14, I went out for a paddle in this old canoe. It had steel handles on the bow and stern to pick it up and carry it by, and the bow one was broken - half of it was missing, leaving a kind of hook. I was mucking about in the boat, standing up and trying to balance, and I slipped and found myself straddling the foredeck, facing backwards. I slid down the canoe and fell backwards into the water. Unfortunately the handle pieced both my trunks and my scrotum, and I was stuck hanging upside down off the front of the boat with my head under water, suspended by a rusty hook through my scrotum. Not the best moment in my life. I managed to escape, though, got it stitched up and all fine in a surprisingly short time. Not done much canoeing since, though.
When I was about 14, I went out for a paddle in this old canoe. It had steel handles on the bow and stern to pick it up and carry it by, and the bow one was broken - half of it was missing, leaving a kind of hook. I was mucking about in the boat, standing up and trying to balance, and I slipped and found myself straddling the foredeck, facing backwards. I slid down the canoe and fell backwards into the water. Unfortunately the handle pieced both my trunks and my scrotum, and I was stuck hanging upside down off the front of the boat with my head under water, suspended by a rusty hook through my scrotum. Not the best moment in my life. I managed to escape, though, got it stitched up and all fine in a surprisingly short time. Not done much canoeing since, though.