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I had a googan moment this year.
I stopped at a tiny spot and hear fish slapping the water. I grab my fly rod and start casting and pulling out line so I can cast. My first cast hits the water and I immediatly hook up only to have the line wrap on the reel and break off. I didn't have anymore flies with me either.
I also once insisted on jumping between rocks when it was safer to just clim b down and climb up. Sure enough I jump, slip, then slid down the rock and tear a good 12 inch hole in my waders.
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