Otter Creek Fishing is an art

Osprey cracked a grin, when Blue willow began to laugh. She wasn't the kind of person, who would be offended by someone making fun of her, thanks to growing up among a bunch of rowdy boys. "Now you tell me," she pointed out to her mentor, albeit in a friendly manner.

"No, I will be fine," her nose was burning a little, but otherwise had lost none of it's beauty or other attractive qualities. "Better show me again, how you do it," she asked, settling down on her haunches and being prepared to observe and do it right the next time.