No, not *THAT* discussion!

I'm referring to the chick flick by the name that I was forced to
endure because it was filmed in and around my house. It's a pretty
boring flick BUT there are a couple of things of interest (possibly)
to this group. Besides the fact that my basic position on pure catch
and release was discussed in the movie all flyfishermen would just
flat get off on the scene where the male lead pushes the female lead
up against the wall and gives her a big old sloppy arms outstretched
smooch *amidst a peg board of gold mylar and other flytying
material*.

Let the fantasy roll boys.

Happy new year,

Bone