2000 FISH IN ONE CAST

The hair of Long-Long was the most resistant of all of those given me to test and I don’t have to  tell you about my  dexterity, practically legendary, as a tyer of artificial flies. In my head, always boiling with ideas, was the germ of an idea that history will qualify as Genius.” “My dear Anton, I’m all ears.” “Well, here’s what happened. Without skipping a beat I tied 2,000 little artificial flies. It  took me a couple of hours, of course. Then I tied them into the ends of  Long-Long’s hair; she had hair which hung down to her fanny (in passing… she had an exemplary fanny!) We then went a spot in the river where I knew that there were a lot of fish. There I asked Long-Long to float, orienting her head with the current, llowing her hair to spread out and undulate in the water. I held her by her heels solidly in place and, as though I had a vulgar flyrod, I waited for a bite. I have to say the bites for in less than 5 minutes there were 2,000  little fish dangling at the ends of her hair. Ah… the vision of those little silver fish flapping on the rear end of Long-Long… A real film of fishing porno! We ran through the operation several more times and returned home with 25 pounds of irreprochably fresh fish. I can’t begin to describe the joy of Long-Long’s family, it still brings tears to my eyes!” “Ahhh! my dear Anton, the greatness of your heart touches me deeply.  There… It touches me there… So, what if we celebrate, make a little stop at the whore house over on Mule’s Feet Street. There is a new one that is surprising.” “Excellent idea my dear Fleche! Let’s  go, hearts high, like when I was in the Foreign Legion in Sidi bel Abbes singing out: “Tiens; voila du boudin pour les Alsaciens; les Suisses et les lorrains pour les Belges, y en  plus; etc…”