I hooked my lip flyfishing one night. Black deceiver that I cut the feathers and bucktail off of to stop sneazing and be able to hide a little better in the ER
... looked like a hitler mustache. My wife, 10 years later, still busts my chops over this whenever I'm heading out at night.

Googanesque enough?

This year I learned to get off my rump and not do the bait and wait thing in the fall, even though 99.999% of the anglers down here DO.
The reason being I was one of the .001% who caught a bass, and it wadn't (sic) on any bait.