Last spring I was fishing the Little D for cutts. I was fishing a dry fly stimulator with a nymph dropper. I had landed a cutt of about 10" on the dry fly & was in the process of unhooking him when another cutt of about 6" hit my dropper. What makes it so funny (now, not then) is the timing of it all. I had my forceps securely on the dry fly hook, had rotated it upside down, and released the 1st fish. At the exact second I released my forceps, the little guy decides to strike the nymph, securely piercing my dropper hook through his upper lip. Cause & effect...the force of smaller fish hooking himself was apparently plenty of force to slide my #12 stimulator securely into my finger. So there I was, the upper hook in my finger and a cutthroat slashing away vigorously at the lower hook a couple feet away. While cursing the 6" cutt, his mother, and his mother's mother...I frantically tried to grab at the very active piece of 2lb test maxima between the two hooks -with the forceps in my hand, trying not to drop them in the water. I finally did get my hand tangled around the line, but only managed to drive the hook deeper into my finger because I apparently grabbed my line too agressively. Fortunately for me, I pinch my barbs & I finally got the hook freed from my finger. The lil' guy was still flailing away on my dropper as I dropped the now tangled birdsnest of my line in the shallow water. I got him pulled-in and released him...although I was very tempted to do much crueler things than just release him. But, I figured he probably wasn't having too much fun out of this ordeal either, so I eased him back into the water. The tangles and knots in my line were now too far gone for my eroded patience, so I cut off the whole leader and tied on a new one. After all that I had to sit down on a log to chill out for a few minutes & nurse my boo-boo. I finally did manage to laugh at myself. I still remember that exact spot to this day.