Reminds me of an event that took place some years ago at Roger Daltry's trout lakes in Burwash. I have a psycopathic mate that is obsessed by wildlife... well, there was this prat with all the gear, fishing just a little way away from my mate. Now this guy had the lot, humungus multi pocket fishing waistcoat mega expensive Hardy bag you name it. but his crowning prat piece of kit was his deer stalker hat covered in wet, dry all types of flies. He looked fantastic, sort of worzel gummidge of the tackle shop. Then just around the magic hour before dusk, we all heard a scream. Rushing over to see what was wrong we came acoross two men, one punching seven bells out of the other who had something flapping madly about his head. A pipestrell bat had gotten cought in this idiots hat! The bat was taken to the local rspca and the prat was taken to a&e with his hat on inside out, stuck to his scalp, fixed to his bonce by a large amount of artificial flies. His glasses were broke and so was his nose, both bat and man had experienced a perfect storm of mayhem.
Dinner in the brown trout later was bliss, never laughed so much and it feels like yesterday.