The famous nocturnal Hex hatch of the Midwest (and a few other lucky locations) stirs to the surface mythically large brown trout that only touch streamers for the rest of the year.
Mutillidae: moo-TILL-li-dee
You say caley-BEE-tis; I say caley-BAY-tis.
You say moo-TILL-li-dee; I say moo-TILL-li-day.
caley-BEE-tis; caley-BAY-tis,
moo-TILL-li-dee; moo-TILL-li-day.
Let's call the whole thing off.
You guys are killing me! While I take no stand on the pronunciation issue, the debate is hilarious.
I do not know which way to say
moo-TILL-li-dee, moo-TILL-li-day.
But I will bet (for all who care)
that interest in this small affair
is idle fun and baited snare.
The fish we seek don't care a whit.
It will not change their minds one bit.
With all these words, we prove once more
what's in a name is naught for sure--
it's just a way of keeping score!
An old man walks in with a bulging creel. "WHAT did you catch them on???" came the chorus. "Why this little gray bastard here," quipped the old man.
Spence, there just is no one way to have fun, or be driven to obsession.
Why is it that everytime he holds up one of those cards from the Rorschach Test I only see a two-foot Brown feeding freely over a lovely bed of elodea? Is this a problem?