January,1978,ice fishing for bull trout with my dad on Flathead Lake in Montana.Fishing for bull trout. Jigging for em in about 3 ft of water. When you fish for them this shallow you can see the coming thru your ice hole,and they usually mean business.17 degrees below and a monster takes a swip at my jig. I set HARD,jig comes flying out of the water.Knowing the lunker will come right back if I drop my jig back in the hole,I can't find it, words are coming out of my mouth 14 year old are'nt supposed to say.Dad says hold still,I say why?????? The jig was hooked into the bridge of my nose,so cold I did'nt even feel it go in,Dad removes the jig,I'm bleeding,its alright so cold can't feel the pain,drop the jig back in the hole,1 jig and bang I got em,14 lber man it hurt like hell later after my face thawed