Tim J. wrote:

Ken Fortenberry wrote:

The lake where I swam as a kid had one of those floats
on top of a bunch of 55 gal drums out in the deep water.
To get on it you'd throw one elbow up, then the other and
kick. Bluegill would take shelter from the sun between the
drums and sometimes when you had both arms above your head
they'd dart out and attack your tits. Dark circles against
ghostly white must have looked like food. snip


Hmmmm. . . The Dark Circle Gurgler. . . yeah, I can tie one of those.

May I suggest: The Fortenberry Teat Fly?

It could be tied with the tied-off end piece skin of a gourmet hot dog,
or perhaps an Italian sausage, but that could be skirting the edge of
bait fishing.

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