I don’t quite understand fly-fishing. Granted, it’s more exciting than golf, but it seems that it would be less exciting than EVERYTHING ELSE ON EARTH!
Okay, that was several year ago before I stumbled across The Comics Curmudgeon (go check that out right now!), and I have to say if it’s good enough for Hollywood moguls, rich-as-Croesus attorneys, messed-up teenagers displaced by Hurricane Katrina, physicians who do something (I guess), eternal heroes and wildlife/wilderness writers, it must be good enough for me!
Kinda noisy and crowded, though…
When will we see Mary Worth in hip-waders, though? (Damn! Wilbur took his long-lost son fishing, too, didn’t he?)
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