On Jan 17, 5:13 pm, (Milo Milo) wrote:

any one else with a similar story

On the Big Horn 15 years ago I had my dad in my boat.
We were going tandem with another boat, which was
my buddy Pius Geiger (a Billings hardwood floor contractor)
and our family doctor Doug.

We (my dad and I) saw the other boat slowly cart-wheeling
down the river at one point. I pushed on the oars and caught
up. Doug had snagged a giant #2 long-shanked Woolly Bugger
in Pius' upper lip. Pius had a huge ****-eating grin, with
mouth and chin totally slobbered in blood. Red stuff was
dripping off his chin like ketchup out of bbq bottle.

And I didn't get a photo. That grin and that Woolly Bugger,
which looked like a 4" red-soaked mustache, could have
been prize winning shot.

It took Doug (the doctor) a good ten minutes to get that
hook out.