M.A.S.H. Unit Flyfishing

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.