That morning was certainly one of the most beautiful mornings of the day. The reason being that I was in my river, my docile flyrod in hand and two voluptuous nymphs hanging by the neck at the end of my line. Another reason (and not the least) was that a colony of vacationing Barbell, of a respectable size, had a ferocious desire to make it with these nymphomaniac nymphs to start their dinner. And not a single canoe or kayak in sight.
And on this magnificent morning everything was perfect and to top it off I was able to splash around in my dear river. I was swimming in the saintliness of nirvana when my left eye (politically correct) was attracted by two white forms coming downstream towards the water’s edge. What I had taken at first for two human size bottles of milk, was in reality two young girls wearing white floaty dresses. (With age one often confuses things!) Read more…
