The fly fishing brotherhood has always prided itself in dimly lit showrooms, fly-specked plate glass, and unshaven trolls rummaging through backrooms for Good Stuff …

… if the proprietor doesn’t reach under the counter or fetch the item from The Back Room, we know we’re getting the “tourist” deer hair – or the Whiting neck everybody and his Momma pawed over and rejected.

Insert real lighting so you can see the moth’s flutter, empty the sodden ashtray up by the register, and yesterday’s coffee being reheated out of indifference, and you’ll have to compete with the tonier clothing shops like Orvis.

… customers are just as bad. Unshowered, unshaven, and unashamed, tromping over stained carpet in wet wading shoes, spreading invasives in the dry fly bins – then halting in admiration of the buxom mannequin in mid cast … drawn to the reel or vest she’s modeling while contemplating any number of childish impulses.

With our average age closing on 50, and given the maturity and character we’ve accumulated over a lifetime of struggles, it’s nice to know we’ve evolved enough so that gals can admire a lavender vest on something other than a male torso, nor do they need fear someone brushing them aside to peer under the mannequins tee shirt …

Then again, a couple year’s worth of trolling fly fishing blogs will rot your frontal lobe, and with 50 being the new 20 …

… you cannot be trusted.

Full Disclosure: All the upskirt completely buck nekkid photos of the mannequins are available here, you letch.

Tags: female fishing mannequins, lecherous anglers, Orvis, the Good Stuff