"Thought you talked kind of funny. Well, let me tell you something, Tex. You're wasting your time fishing for that big old one-eyed trout."
"Done a good bit of fishing yourself, have you?"
"Enough to know that much. I'm just telling you for your own good."
"Son, if I'd always done what was good for me I would never have had much fun."
The boy watched as I rigged my rod. From a pocket of my vest I took one of my many fly boxes and selected a fly.
"What's that?" the boy asked.
I showed him the Hairwing Coachman, size 10, that I had chosen.
"What is it?" he asked.
"An artificial fly. A hook with feathers tied around it to look like a live insect."