Business at the fly shop slowed down a tad just before closing yesterday. I was tiding up the counters, preoccupied...then I hear my friend Matt Powell snickering from the fly tying section. It got my attention. He is a year or two into high school, but I have a very juvenile sense of humor...So, we stood around and giggled over a $3 pack of Wapsi rubber legs. Must have been a long day and low blood sugar. But we could not decide if CHART/FIRE ORANGE was the color descriptor, or an awful experience one has on public transportation the morning after extremely spicy Indian food...
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