The Hendrickson hatch is in full swing on the Housatonic River. I had a couple of tugs today on the wet fly version, but the woman in the forward of this guide boat latched into something decent, to judge from the whoops.
I have yet to meet a fly-fisherwomen who isn't an upstanding light heavyweight. I know comely ones exist — I've seen the calendars.
Gosh. You think those are just models?
Never mind. Last time I tried to interest a girl in fishing it didn't work out very well. Not an experience I am anxious to repeat.
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