I've fished all day with flies buried in me, figuring I'll take care of it later. But one of my worst hooking incidents did not feature me as the victim, but my fiancee, which I guess made me a victim by default. I had asked her to please grab a rod out of my truck while I jumped in the shower. Next thing I know, there is much screaming and crying, and I bust out soaking wet to see her trying the get the rod through the door while keeping tension off the 3/0 baitholder hook in her arm. I had no choice with this one but to loop some fly line around the shank, push down the eye and do what I had to do. She knew it was coming, and was ready to throw up just thinking about me yanking back on that line. All went well, though I got the silent treament for a long time. Hey, it beat going to the emergency room.