The Royal Coachman looks like one of my former girl friends.
I hadn't previously thought of the analogy, but with all of that superficial glitz and glitter hiding a barbed hook the thing now reminds me of someone as well -- my ex-wife. I was just fortunate in being able to throw that particular hook. (Yes, I was the Plaintiff.)
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It suddenly occurs to me that I may never again elect to tie another Royal Coachman to my leader, no matter what the trout appear to be hitting.