Yesterday I had a “weird” day. Riley, my 15-year-old son and I took a friend and his new girlfriend fishing. I had zero idea who she was, but had no trouble recognizing “hot”. Funny thing is she is a soap opera star and famous in lots of places. Folks kept staring at her everywhere we went and it could have been either “hot” or famous pulling the eyes.
Anyway, she insists she had never fished for anything, ever. Her first ten casts with a fly rod produced at least half that many humpies. I had her catch a bunch of humpies to get used to keeping her hands out of the line and doing whatever she could to keep from getting hurt. With silvers the real goal, after the practice.
Then the amazing stuff started happening… She suggested she needed to figure out how to remove her own hooks… Then she started unhooking MY fish for me! Amazed is not strong enough… Sadly she used my age as excuse to bend over right in frontttttttt… Oh was I typing something?
She caught silvers later and kept herself undamaged.
It rained like the proverbial cow versus the flat rock and it was chilly. The only thing close to a complaint was thanking me for firing up the heater in the rig while I was breaking down the rods because she admitted she was cold.
She allowed me to take photos but insisted they could not be posted or published… A real shame, that. Got home and checked the internet because I had no idea who she was and sure enough she is all over the soap opera stuff…
Amazing comment from her was how she found a long time ago that keeping her mouth shut, doing her work and never complaining made producers demand her…
Ya know, Art…
My wife tells people that the day I stop lookin is the day she will start worrying about me.
I can’t help it, I am hopelessly, forever cast in being a totally heterosexual, red blooded, American male.
I just love females and everything about them. No matter what size or age or… what…
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Umm, I gotta go, just got slapped upside the head… :lol:
One of the greatest thing about being an old #art is there are so many more beautiful wormen than when I was 20. The Good Lord didn’t make me rich or good looking because He knew there was probably some temptations I could not resist.
Days of Our Lives. My mother used to watch that every day for, like, twenty years. I remember there was some kind of weird demonic possession plot where one the characters suddenly remembered he used to be a Catholic Priest just in time to perform an exorcism.
This situation sounds like a fantasy come true. I have to confess to having similar fantasies but in my day dream one of my daughters is going fishing with A.K. Best, Rich Ostoff or Dave Whitlock and I get to tag along and ask questions. BTW, I’m with Fly Goddess on this one, I sure would like to know who the star is. Take care 8T
You just enjoy the memories, Art.
And hey, if you remain discrete, she may return with friends.
That counts with “famous” people when they go out for a day of play. They are trying to escape the BS of being under a microscope…
Think about that. :tieone:
This is really weird to read this thread.
My nephew is in the entertainment industry and nearly killed my poor sister after he graduated college cause all he did for a few months was to “buss tables and fly fish , after all of the money I’ve hemmoraged on his education , when’s he going to get a real job?”.
Fast forward a number of years.
Sister tells who the ‘boy’ is datting.
Yeah , its a soap starlette .
I’ll give sis a call. See if some one I know has been to AK. recently.
It would be freaky if the “new friends” were someone I knew.
Can I ask if one of them are from Manhatten?
Just got off the phone with my sister . Was told “NO, he is not and has’nt been in AK”. Okay , now I feel dumb. (but what if???)
8T