This is actually not a joke, rather an experience that happened to me several years ago that always puts a smile on my face every time I think about it:

Its mid June and my Polish fishing buddy and I, also a serious pole, are night fishing from shore on one of our favorite large mouth lakes. The weather is in the high 70s and the mosquitos are terrible, but the fish are hitting so we do not let the pesky bug interfere. As I am kneeling down loading up one of my favorite ten inch black crawlers with some game fish juice my buddy asks "Hey you got the juice?" So being the nice guy that I am I hand it to him. After about 30 seconds and what must have been twenty squirts of the juice I had to wonder why Luke was using so much. Maybe a secret he was not letting me in on?? As I look up at him I can see a shiny, oily glow reflecting in the moonlight off Lukes face. I did not realize he meant the bug juice. Instead of bug spray he had covered himself in a fine sheen of slightly licoricey, yet faintly gamefishy oil. I do not think he had any more bites, as we were laughing to hard to fish and he was to slippery for the mosquitoes to get a good grip.

It is the hunt that makes the kill,, not the kill that makes the hunt!