As I am sit here tying flies tonight I realize I have more boxes than I can imagine, each bursting with flies. I have dry flies, terrestrials, streamers, nymphs, and countless unnamed, experimental flies. Yet I always seem to be missing that one fly that I want for the next day's fishing.
I am reminded of a visit with Kristin's grandmother a few years ago. Grandma related a story about Kristin's grandfather and flies. It seems one evening he pulled out his fishing gear. He liberated the flies from their boxes and spread them out on the dining room table. Upon looking at the large table, completely obscured with flies, the only words from his mouth were:
I need some more flies - I just don't have enough.
I understand that sentiment.
2 years ago