Flay rod, Fly rod, is there really a difference. Since i fly fish a lot of docks and brush lines, I roll cast most of the time. Otherwise I would be a flay fisherman.
I remember one group of fishermen off Gibraltar in the early 1950s.
They had found a crate of WW2 hand grenades. They decided to use them to go fishing.
They pulled the pin on one and immediately dropped it into the water. By they time it exploded it was on the bottom in mud. They were less than impressed. No fish were killed. The result had been a large cloud of muddy water.
They pulled the pin and dropped the next grenade after a very short delay.
Their canvas covered canoes were holed by shrapnel, sinking, and all four of them sustained minor injuries. They were too busy dealing with their wounds to see whether any fish had been killed.
They were also too busy to notice the Police boat pulling alongside.
I'm not sure whether to be scared or delightfully amazed at the idea of talking gladiolas, but I think I'll steal it for a writing prompt. Thanks!
I'm suddenly picturing Little Shop of Horrors, but I hope that's not what you have in mind. My glads are small and colorful and would never eat a person. Honest. They told me.
Just what I was thinking - small, colorful, honest, helpful flowers. Of course, I can't promise what anyone else in the writer's group will do with the prompt.
4am is no sane time to be up for anything, save, perhaps, night-shift operators and the Emergency services.
Sympathy, Mags.
Is anyone short of a cloud or two ? I got a whole bloody sky-full here.
Just bring your own bags and take a few away.
Hot coffee is going down well.
As for the clouds, we have plenty ourselves.
