142/365 Margot
Granddaughter of a famous fly fisher, she bequeathed me her journal editorship, thereby filling my life with retired men: real writers and wannabes angling for a broader audience. She caught a roosterfish with her bare hands, back when her long blonde locks ran wild.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:35 AM
11 Comments:
Love, LOVE how you piggyback on yesterday's post comments with this one---not to mention your use of "angling"!
I had already written this one without the roosterfish. Deloney's comments made me edit a bit. Conversation is good!
And thanks...fishing is full of double entendre (in both the innocent and not-so-innocent sense) vocab.
I have to admit, I find fly-fishermen in hip-waders ridiculously sexy. I control myself, but it's probably a good thing they don't know what I'm thinking.
I inspire women to ever greater heights -- I mean depths.
MM: Chest waders are pretty cute too, but I hear what you're saying. If you check out this page:
http://www.orvis.com/intro.asp?subject=379
you'll see the backend of a fly fisherman I know. Too bad that sweater's blocking some of the shot.
Deloney: And that's why we love you.
Hey, I recognize that back end!
You can tell your friend in the picture a wanton woman in Ontario has now had inappropriate thoughts about him.
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Hmmm... looks like I wasn't the only one. :-)
You sure are making me want to watch The River Runs Wild again (now that's a guy in waders!).
Love how you tell an entire story in such a compact space. Margot sounds like a force to be reckoned with ... in such a good way.
MM: Said friend has been informed of the wanton woman in Ontario.
BB: I may have to check out The River Runs Wild.
Comment deleted: Well, now I'm really curious.
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