Fly rods are like magic wands. We weave a sensual dance with them, casting a spell on our precious watery world for a few hours of sensual pleasure. Catching a fish is icing on the cake, but not all that necessary. It's the dance, that luscious dance.
Casting 8wt rods with sinking leaders and big bunny flies and jigs from a small jon boat in 30 degree weather in the rain to walleye and sandbass then killing and eating them for a shore lunch. I wonder what kind of music is playing for my dance.

PS: My wife's expecting our 2nd child next month so the viagra thing is out.

PSS: We didn't have any cake to eat just fish

Mike B