All that comes to mind is all the times I've had a fly whoosh past my face and somehow not imbed itself in my skull while spey casting.
You havent lived until you've buried a hairwing into the palm of your hand or almost pass out when a dumbbell eye intruder hits the soft spot in the back of your head.
Just a small reminder to go out there and have fun. Laugh a little even.
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