Three [bastard] helicopters sneak up behind our fearless, non-waistcoat wearing, flyfishing leader, Paul (that's me). Things look grim. But it's a trap...
(a) the helicopters are only two inches long [measure them]
(b) Paul knows this because he's just cut and pasted them
(c) One of Paul's socks has been carefully tied to the end of his trusty XXD.
Those guys are in trouble this time.
If you need a flycasting lesson be sure to send Paul an email.
He's not very busy at the moment.