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One of the problems Marvin Pincus
discovered about running the Fly Tying Love Center here in the
valley is that there appeared to be more fly tying than love
counseling going on.
This particular morning he was whipping up a nice fluffy Adams dry
on a number 12 and wishing everyone’s love problems were as easy to
solve as tying one of these. He realized he’s a pioneer in the field
of combining fly tying and romance solutions, but that doesn’t mean
he couldn’t quietly hope for his neighbors to have more love
problems. His advice had worked well with Dewey (a lead-wire-wrapped
wooly bugger leading to the suggestion he showers before he asks a
girl out on a date), and with Randy Jones (a pheasant-tail nymph and
a Parmachene Belle sending him on his way to girlfriend happiness
with Katie Burchell). But there were others out there. There had to
be others.
Other advice counselors, the ones who just sat there taking notes,
managed to find any number of unhappy potential love victims, but
the Fly Tying Love Center was noticeably short of them at the
moment.
“Marjorie,” Marvin said over coffee, “maybe if I offered an
incentive, you know? Some little extra that would bring them in for
advice?”
“Like what, Honey?”
“Maybe taking some flies that I tied for them and making earrings
out of them?”
“The men around here don’t really take to wearing earrings.”
“I mean, for the women … you know. Women are the emotional ones who
need love advice the most. Everyone knows that.”
“How many clients have you had so far?”
“Well, two.”
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“Both of them
were …?”
“Men, true. But I’m not sure what I could offer the guys except the
flies themselves to use to go fishing.”
“That sounds
good.”
“And the earrings?”
“We could get you some of those fasteners for the earrings, and it
would probably be a good idea to cut the points and barbs off them.”
“Good idea.”
“And I could wear a pair just to start the neighbor ladies talking
about it.”
“Yeah! Good idea! I’ll tie you up a few right now.”
“In that case,” Marjorie told her husband, “I’ve got the ladies club
luncheon today and I planned to wear the red outfit…”
“Royal Coachman streamers on number fours! Honey, you’re the best.”
[Text from file received from
Slim Randles]
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