Toutle river summer run fishing about 1978/79. Coming out of the canyon on the main river I witnessed a fisherman loose his eye. Blood running everywhere. Seems he had hung up and was looking at where it was in the river as he backed up the bank to break off. The leader snapped and the lead flew from the river like a bullet and hit him in the eye. Today he wares a patch. I learned allot that day about how the best day fishing can be worse than the worst day at work.