De Gustibus Indeed

Prisoners, prostitutes, bikers, sailors … and fly fishers? I remember the first time I saw someone sporting a fly fishing tattoo. It was on their shoulder, and I noticed it only because we were fishing a very still, hot day on the Turneffe Atoll and a shirt change was required. I was mildly aghast, I think, not because of the tattoo, but because it was a dry fly — some sort of mayfly — and we were fishing for bonefish, for gosh sakes. Naomi Schaefer Riley writes about the ever-more-popular practice in The Wall Street Journal (subscription required).

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