Well, he IS stuffed already. Buggs
----- Original Message ----- From: "Critter" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Friday, October 15, 2004 8:43 AM Subject: Re: [VFB] Meet Fred the Chicken I say we just grab the BBQ sauce and eat 'em :) Quoting [EMAIL PROTECTED]: > In a message dated 10/15/2004 10:16:28 AM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: > Fred is a genuine Whiting Farms brood stock rooster. The best of the > best! He is a much sought after Cree of the highest grade we've ever > seen. > Shucks Byard, all I'd do is ruin poor Fred. When I look at him, all I see > are piles of Adams, Woolybuggers and a myriad of tiny dry flys filling up my > boxes. I'd bet you could tie enough flys from ole Fred worth triple his > cost. > He is handsome though. Why not get Fred a hen so I could tie some wets and > emergers while I'm defiling him? > > Now I know you've been contemplating parting with dear Fred for a while but > folks like me don't appreciate such art but think only of how many thousand > flys he'd produce. My mind thinks of how tough he must have been after > simmerin > a while ... but Lord a mercy, those hackles! > > BTW, how did you get Dr. Tom to part with such a beauty? Which came first, > DonO or the egg? > > pluckin, duckin & runnin, > > Murf (obsessive-compulsive hackle plucker) > -- "To go fishing is the chance to wash one's soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men - for all men are equal before fish." ( ~ Herbert Hoover ~ )
