|  "I hereby call to order the meeting of the Lewis Creek 
			Piscatorial Appreciation and Apprehension Society," he said. "Mr. 
			Secretary, what did we do at our last meeting?"
 Without blinking, Dud said, "Nothing. We didn't have one." "OK. So let's go on to new business. New business is: How do we 
			catch The Lunker?" Herb raised his hand. "We gang fly him." "Please elaborate, Herb." "Well, we've never been able to catch him on a single fly, so I 
			figure if we all cast different kinds of flies simultaneously at the 
			rock he's under, one of them is bound to tickle his fancy." "Do we have a second for Herb's motion?" 
			 Duly seconded by Marvin, Dud and Dewey. The Lunker, a giant rainbow trout that has evaded capture for 
			several years, lives under what is now called Lunker Rock here in 
			Lewis Creek. The kids have even tried worms and salmon eggs on him, 
			to no avail. We wouldn't think of using them, but it is a 
			head-scratching problem even for experienced fly fishermen, like us. Marvin, arguably the best fly-tier in the county, raised his hand 
			and Doc nodded at him. "I want to use a dry," Marvin said. "I'm thinking an Adams on a 
			size 16." [to top of second 
            column] | 
             "Any objections? No objections being heard, Marvin's good for an 
			Adams. Dewey, how about a Muddler Minnow? OK? I remember you casting 
			one of those without hurting anyone." "Got it, Doc." Dud said, "I could try a wet fly. I have a really nice Coachman 
			that Marvin tied for me." "So moved. And I think I'll see if he likes a stone fly nymph. 
			That just leaves you, Janice." Janice Thomas, an avid angler and the art teacher at our high 
			school, had been sitting quietly through all this, looking something 
			between startled and amused at the conversation. "Nobody's picked a streamer fly, Janice, if you're interested," 
			Doc said. "I have a better idea," she said. "Why don't we just get a bunch 
			of nets and scoop him out of there." Sounds of shock and dismay! "Of course not, Janice," Doc said. "That wouldn't be... well, 
			sporting!"  [Text from file received from Slim Randles]  
			
			
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