Fly Fishing (And Why You Should Hope A River Doesn't Run Through It)

      Here's something, perhaps, to, er, raise your spirits. Unless, of course, you are an easily-offended, humourless prude from Calgary.

      Then again, this may just provide further reason to be afraid, very afraid, at least if you live in South America. Yes, leave it to this blog to tackle the truly important issues of the day. Er, perhaps "tackle" is not the best word to use in that last sentence after all. *Gulp*

      On a side note, this blog will say absosmurfly nothing about this. Absosmurfly nothing.