Of course the risks were there. Many a time I had cuts on my feet so long and deep that I thought I would never survive; and sometimes our fingers got poked and cut by the hooks on our lures as we groped in the murky water.
Once you dive beneath the surface, visibility is reduced to less than an arm's length and you have nothing to guide you except the thin monofilament. You just have to keep going down and down, following the line till you reach the lure.
Normally a simple tug would do the trick. But the key point would be to get a firm hold on the body of the lure, and then you pull hard. Sometimes the hooks would straighten, sometimes the hooks would be so deeply embedded in thick ropes that you had to bring the whole snagpile up, but the method ALWAYS worked.
$10 was a lot to me as a schoolboy back in the 80's and losing a lure often meant we had to go without lunch during recess for a whole week so save up for another lure. Maybe in retrospect, diving for lures was not such a bad idea after all, it provided some excitement in itself and helped our machismo (to some extent). So tell me, who do you know has taken the plunge in the Singapore River or Marina Bay?
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