Fly Fishing Redux In The Press
Blackberry Farm in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee is still charging $795 and up a night for a room making it one of the most expensive hotels in the United States.
Women who shun their knitting and enjoy outdoor sports such as fly fishing and hiking and the like are still being referred to as "Wild Women" or something like that. Don't get me wrong I appreciate a good wild woman as much as the next guy but by now I think we all know that women like to fish the same as men.
This article turned up again today in several business journals about hiring people (or reeling them in) when money is tight. It tries to compare fly fishing to human resources. This blasphemy troubles me greatly. If it troubles you then check out the eloquent way that our Professor blogging pal Shupac from Find the River took it to task when it came out the first time in June of this year.
That said I have ranted enough for one evening and must get back to writing my "new" book. It is about an old fisherman who hasn't caught a fish in a very long time. After a while he catches a very large marlin but the sharks eat it. I haven't decided on a title yet.