NotedSage
02-25-2005, 03:20 PM
I couldn't resist. Sorry, this is the best one I have seen.
I was in salmon camp with five serious fishermen, waiting for one more angler to arrive before we started fishing. He finally came in on a chartered floatplane and opened the door to wave to us as it stopped at the dock. Then he ducked back inside and out stepped a blonde.
She was dazzling. Gorgeous. Leggy. Hair the color of butterfly wings in the sun. She wore a little green chenille hat with peacock and toucan feathers. Her sweater was cashmere wool in an unusual ginger color. Her waist was cinched by a multihued silk sash. Around her neck were chains of golden beads. She wore the shortest of shorts, to which she'd added a fringe of sparkling mylar tinsel. Her ankles were encircled with tiny beads the color of salmon eggs, and on her feet were the sweetest little pair of sandals decorated with dyed porcupine quills.
The fishermen in the cabin slumped and stared, all thoughts of fishing gone like smoke up a chimney.
"Will ya look at that?" one said.
"Ooooh," another breathed lustily.
The blonde bounced into the cabin, all smiles, and kissed each man, lifting her eyebrows and winking. Drinks were poured. The men clumped together, drank deeply, and leered. Finally, one sidled up to the guy who'd brought her.
"We were gonna fish," he whispered. "What the hell did you bring her for?"
"Fly-tying material," the man replied. :shock:
I was in salmon camp with five serious fishermen, waiting for one more angler to arrive before we started fishing. He finally came in on a chartered floatplane and opened the door to wave to us as it stopped at the dock. Then he ducked back inside and out stepped a blonde.
She was dazzling. Gorgeous. Leggy. Hair the color of butterfly wings in the sun. She wore a little green chenille hat with peacock and toucan feathers. Her sweater was cashmere wool in an unusual ginger color. Her waist was cinched by a multihued silk sash. Around her neck were chains of golden beads. She wore the shortest of shorts, to which she'd added a fringe of sparkling mylar tinsel. Her ankles were encircled with tiny beads the color of salmon eggs, and on her feet were the sweetest little pair of sandals decorated with dyed porcupine quills.
The fishermen in the cabin slumped and stared, all thoughts of fishing gone like smoke up a chimney.
"Will ya look at that?" one said.
"Ooooh," another breathed lustily.
The blonde bounced into the cabin, all smiles, and kissed each man, lifting her eyebrows and winking. Drinks were poured. The men clumped together, drank deeply, and leered. Finally, one sidled up to the guy who'd brought her.
"We were gonna fish," he whispered. "What the hell did you bring her for?"
"Fly-tying material," the man replied. :shock: