A classic that we originally posted in 2009.
A girl popped out of the driver’s side and she began untying the little craft. She was young, blonde and if I was describing a fly I’d have to say well-tied. I could tell because she was wearing a tiny bikini, a very tiny red bikini.
“Sorry if I disturbed your fishing,” she said tossing the little boat into the river and stepping lightly on a rock to tie the lead to a willow branch.
She hopped into the boat, somewhat clumsily I thought, and began unscrewing the cap on a sunscreen bottle.
“I come here a lot to get some sun,” she said merrily. “I’m a student. What do you do?”
“I’m a professional fly fisherman,” I lied.
LINK (via: The Sioux City Journal)