While lure fishing on the river Bure I managed to cast into a tree. I couldn't see where it had gone, it turned out it had gone straight up, and I mean straight up, I let out some line and my plug nearly hit me on the nose. It had gone over a branch about 40 feet high. I was extremely embarrassed as there were loads of people about, I grabbed the plug but missed and managed to stitch two of my knuckles together with one of the hooks.
Another time, in the middle of winter, I went Carp fishing. My first cast seemed rather heavy and then I saw this my wife's hat go sailing over the lake. It wasn't until I heard all the shouting 'What the hell was that? A Chicken?!' (my wife has strange taste in hats) that I realised how many people were there.
Last one: Lure fishing again, on a little river called the Anker. I had been casting under a little stone bridge with a road going over it. I don't know what I was doing wrong but I managed to cast into the bridge a couple of times. The third time the worst happened, I caught a bloomin' car. I just had to point the rod at the moving car, hold on and wait for the line to break.