Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for July 29, 2016

Lovely to microwave the fish you might catch in the break room.

Wait… how many fingers?In parallel, or in series?

To quibble; the thumb does it.

It does. But I could never get the knack of fly casting. I tended to whip the line and destroy the lure by causing it to exceed the speed of sound on the turnaround.The point of it is to allow one hand to manage the line and play the fish while the other is used to hold the rod. Normally, you would reel the line after bringing in the fish, artfully played to keep it from slipping the hook. Fly fishing is something of an art.

Okay, reel in that fish already!

…wrong finger.

I heard you the first time!!!

The other fingers are virgins then?

Poor thumb always left out by the fingers you knowor is overlooked

One finger can tell the world exactly how you feel.

A spring loaded fly real! Who wudda thuhk it? Maybe someone will invent a spring-loaded fly. I don’t think I would buy one, now that I’ve thought a little more deeply on the subject, however

Pflueger – the Opfpficial Pfly Reel of Pfrog Applause

Let me see if I understand correctly what you are conveying. “One finger does it”? (Umm, does what?)

In very little time, she had determined what part of the flow of things held his endeavors. It was a small pool out of the main stream, rife with minor criminals that attracted predatory types such as he appeared to be.She could see him there, or rather a shadow that should be him, just beneath the surface. The idea of the perfect lure to connect him to her so she could reel him in came to mind without even making an effort.A quick cast, he takes the bait, she sets the hook. So classic a scene that it didn’t even seem worth the effort to reenact it one more time. He would hardly be a meal, after all, once relieved of his head and viscera.A game, then, without a hook or a pursuit, just to see what sort of agile aquabatics he could manage. He wouldn’t be staying long anyway. That pool was fine for something less hungry, like a trout, but a pickerel type had to keep moving and growing. She was sure of these things, at least.

Enough with the lame finger pointing!