You know, sometimes when you sit down to the pile of feathers
What pops off just has it,
The Juice....
Nothing's worse than after 15 minutes of grinding away on a fly than to realize you have what amounts to as a steaming pile of shit you'd rather burn and start again than swim it in the water
But alas, there's the time the alchemy rolls together and you finish with a piece that you say to yourself
"Gaw Damn"
This baby's got the JUICE
Cant wait to swim this fly in front of a fish. I have a feeling the results will match the expectations.
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