Bahaaaaaa.
Many years ago my wife and I used to drive up the coast (Before kids) and camp in National parks. Gee we found some great spots with good fishing. One time it was just after lot of rain and the small creek that I fished had just closed back up and the Flathead were all stacked up in a small area before going back up into the Lake. Lost count of the Flathead I caught on lures, all released. This came to an abrupt after I got careless and a fish drove the treble into my finger. We were a fair way from anywhere, so a bit of camp surgery and got it out. Bahhhaaa.
Not long after that I started to crush all my barbs down on my lures, which I still do today.