"Larry L" wrote in message
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Then I tossed the entire mess out of my tackle in front of a very likely
looking boulder and tensed a little in expectation as I tried to watch
into the water and the indicator both. Then out of the depths a very
large Brown came up slowly and inhaled that huge, puffy, ball of hook-free
yarn floating on the surface, fighting his way past my nymphs to get
there.


Outloud, but to nobody other than the grey sky, I mumbled, "Thanks! That
is a clear sign I'm not really supposed to be a nymph fisher, if ever
there was one."

I left G


GGG Thanks for the laugh.