Larry L wrote:



I can't remember the fellows name, but I once met a man living on the banks
of the Williamson in Chiloquin, Oregon right where the bridge in town
crosses the water, that was a fishing book dealer. His small house was
lined with shelves, and I mean lined, all walls, all rooms, floor to
ceiling, filled with books, mainly "fishing books." Not an unattractive
interior decoration scheme, imho G


Polly? didn't you go there to pick up some flies?