This is a funny little story,
One day a few years back the wife and I took a trip up the clearwater river to do a little fishing. I was going to teach her how to fly fish. It was a nice sunny day and we were pretty relaxed, drinking our soda's, and just enjoying the ride up the river. We get to this spot and I droped anchor in the middle of the river so as not to be bothered by willows and such, and pulled out the stick. She says she wants to watch me for a bit before she trys. So here I go and start whiping that stick around and get about 30' out there whirling around ( I did tell her to sit behind me) and I pull in a couple of 16" grayling. Well she's starting to get into it and told me to pull in one more and then she would try so here I go again. I get about 20' of line out, kinda drying the fly out, and whiped it forward to release it and nothing happened, looked behind me and there she is with the hook right in the middle of her top lip perfectly placed She has this strange look on her face, and I tell her not to move, grab my leatherman and extracted the hook in one swift move before she could even think about it. She had got up to go to the back of the boat at the wrong time.
I wish I could've had time to get a camera but then she would'nt have let me pull it out if she had time to think about. Needless to say she did'nt want to fish anymore that day. We are no longer toghter, but when we talk we still get a good laugh about that day.
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