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Many years ago my old boss was in the boonies of Maine flyfishing by himself and got a fly stuck in his eyeball. He had to drive himself for an hour till he got to a real road and found a local woodbooger and asked him where the nearest doctor was. Drove for another half hour and had the thing taken out. Lost most of his vision in the eye. Imagine driving with a fly in your eye for an hour and a half. I can't stand an eyelash in my eye for a few seconds. P.M.
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