June
27 2025
Dud
was down at The Lunker Hole on Lewis
Creek before it even turned yellow in the east. He had some
thinking to do,
and, as everyone knows, there’s no better way to think than fly
fishing.
Just about the time Dud could make out
The Lunker’s rock at the head of the hole, he had gotten a tiny
midge tied on
some leader and sent it on its way to the general vicinity of
the rock.
It
floated slowly downstream without
being bothered by piscatorial pirates, and when the line told
him he’d reached
as far downstream as he could on this cast, he picked it up,
waved it dry and
cast back up at the rock.
Okay,
now is a decent thinking time, so
it was well to get started.
It’s
the book, of course.
Why
do I do it? He asked himself. It doesn’t make any sense. If I
spent that time
washing dishes down at the Mule Barn truck stop, I’d make more
money. And the
title? I like Murder in the Soggy Bottoms, but my friends keep
calling it The
Duchess and the Truck Driver. Maybe I should change it?
Okay,
pick up the fly and send it back
up to that rock again.
And
the love stuff … the truck driver and the duchess are nuts
about each other and
have a kid in common from when he was in Europe on special
assignment the last
time. And the language problem. The duchess speaks a couple of
European
languages and the truck driver is from the South. But if they
are so different,
how did they have a kid together?
Cast
upstream again. Wait. False cast
until the fly is dry then … yeah, like that.
You
know, it doesn’t make any sense, but some people actually
write more than one
book!
They
have to be cheating somehow… they’ve GOT to be cheating…
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Brought to you by my books. I didn’t cheat, and
there’s lots of words
in each one. Most of them are spelled correctly, too.