Thistle said:
You want close?
About ten years or so ago, I was fishing to an October hatch of tiny blue-winged olives (a type of mayfly) on my beloved Battenkill River. I caught a movement out of the corner of my right eye. It was a big maple about the size of the one in Zap's photo... falling down in my direction. Well, you know, you can't really run too fast when you're up to your nipples in icy-cold moving water. You close your eyes and you pray. Damn thing landed about 20 feet from me. The splash wake almost bowled me over.
It was over in a second, but the waders took an hour to wash out.
I caught dozens of trout by that tree over the next few years as they fed in the shelter of its branches. Then one spring it disappeared downstream somewhere in a big snowmelt flood, and the trout had to find a new parking spot.
Sorry you lost your parking spot, Zap. Happy to hear you still have your truck.