Well, the season is officially on. I buried my first hook shank-deep in my thumb on a guide trip yesterday. Barbless, thank goodness, but a size #10 nonetheless. I had to super-glue it to stop the bleeding. That won’t be the last time I get stuck this month, I’m sure, and I expect to have my ears pierced by flying woolly buggers in the coming weeks, also.
The experience made me want to hear from you … who has the best “war wound” story from the river to share? I’ll put up a #4-weight line for the best story.