A friend of mine had a son who sent him some feathers, not quite realizing that even the possession of the was a tad on the less than legitimate side of life. My had been collecting some beautiful dubbing fur in the evenings as his favorite pet sat on his lap.

SO.....he tied a very productive fly for bass and bluegill which he only used on the private pond on his farm. And he named it quite appropriately: "The Owl and the Pussycat"


Allan
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Allan Fish
Greenwood, IN
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