I sucked as a fly fisherman. My friend and i were sitting in a diner talking about wasting two days and the gas money, when an old man asked us if we were leaving, when and to where. He then said something like, "You boys drive 1.2 miles down that road exactly. You'll see a small place to pull off the road and hide your car in the trees. Walk about 300 paces away from the road and you'll see a place where the river slows. What do you got besides fly rods? Hula poppers? Hell, anything you throw in there us gonna catch at least one fish every 5 or so minutes. You enjoy yourselves, but if I ever see you back there again, I'll fill your arses with salt from my shotgun."
When I threw my line in the water, I didn't have a chance to pop the lure before a trout took it. I knew then that it woukd be the best day fishing in my life. What a wonderful kindness that old country man showed two hippies.
When I threw my line in the water, I didn't have a chance to pop the lure before a trout took it. I knew then that it woukd be the best day fishing in my life. What a wonderful kindness that old country man showed two hippies.
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