The story goes: I hiked for a long ways. Spotted a big fish. Against all odds, my 20 minute stalk worked, with the big boy taking a brown mini-hopper. About 15 minutes later, I paid the price for this monster with a #8 hook in the face. My fault. Had my good buddy Antonio push the hook the rest of the way through, crimp the barb, and then back out.
For the record: I would take a hook in the face any day for a fish like this.