Flipped a steelhead spoon over a limb. Was sure I could save it with a hardy yank. Saved my eyesight, instead, when I turned my head just before impact. The treble hook imbedded in my temple. It's hard to look "cool" with a spoon hanging from your hairline! Another scar story: I was showing my young son how powerful and dangerous a Wham-O slingshot could be. I loaded it with a marble-sized rock and announced my plan to completely pierce an aluminum can. Somewhere beyond full draw, one of the bands broke and the slingshot was torqued out of my hand and into my chin. I looked like I had been hit and bit by Mike Tyson. The copious loss of blood, emergency room trip, and half-dozen stitches that followed were far more impressive than a shot-through pop can. My son is thirty now and has never forgotten the "slingshot lesson". Fortunately, the instruction for 22's, shotguns, and deer rifles went better.