Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
When the Big Guy was a little guy, he used to go fishing a lot. He liked fishing. He wasn't so much a fan of eating the fish though. It has a lot of little bones in it.
But the "act" of fishing. That was fun.
Now, the Big Guy has always wanted to try fly fishing.
But he looks at that as being a very expensive hobby.
There was a party that the Big Guy had gone to one time. He met this guy, who's name was George. George was from Newfoundland. George liked to fish as well. He especially liked fly fishing. The next day, they were to meet a the Big Rock and they would both go fly fishing.
The Big Guy was rather excited.
The next day, he went to find George at the Big Rock. Sure enough, there was George and he was fishing as you could see the bobber on the water.
The Big Guy asked George, where is his fly rod? George points to his "regular" fishing rod.
The Big Guy was confused. That's not a fly rod. Normally, they are like 8 to 10 feet long. George said, that's a waste. He just puts the fly on the end of a floating leader and puts a bobber on the line and casts out.
Ta da... fly fishing...
The Big Guy rolled his eyes. But he agreed, George was indeed, fly fishing.
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