Rachael is in training to become my fishing buddy. Sure, right now we only make it out for an hour or so at a time. And I must tolerate her (gasp) pink and purple princess fishing pole. But I have high hopes that soon she will move on to a fly rod and discover the true joy that is to be found on the water. Rachael has also made it clear that her preferred colors are pink and purple, in that order. With this mindset she informed me that she wanted a pink fly to fish with.
I do not have a pink fly. I do not want a pink fly. I do want my little fishing buddy to be happy. Preferably happy while fishing. So I did the unthinkable. Rachael found a feather boa she uses to dress up. I cut a couple feathers off the article. No, that is not the unthinkable of which I spoke. I took the feathers and tied up some pink and purple flies.
Rachael was overjoyed with the results, and proceeded to play with them as if they were dolls. I never knew flies had such conversations! My ploy was not working.
I only had one option. I must unite the pink and purple flies with the pink and purple fishing pole. Do you remember the scene in the movie Ghostbusters cautioning us to never cross the beams? I was about to embark upon an experiment with potential catastrophic results.
Having survived the initial tying of the fly, we proceeded to fish. Much to my chagrin, the fly worked. Rachael proceeded to catch several bluegill on the fly.