One our fishing trips had us on some rough water and it was very windy & cold. Bruce , as usual, was handling the motor. I had lost motor privileges on a previous adventure but that's another story. Anyway, the plan was to troll back and lines where cast. Over the howling wind I could hear Bruce yelling "Jim, Jim, Jim" I turned and he's got this big grin, laughing and pointing to the green knit cap he always wore. However this time it had my lure attached dead center to his forehead. Jim J