I’ve tried to hold the worst of the excess until you knew me better. Only then could I count on an outpouring of sympathy, versus the clamor of naked greed …
An earlier post referencing a subtle quirk, a brace of delicates for you to view, and exiting on a high note, leaving little trace of the sordid frenzy to follow.
There’s no such thing as a retired commercial tier, there’s only those that still do it – and those that still do it but don’t get paid.
I emptied out my “done during lunch” box to add to those already tied last weekend, and staring at all them Claret & Olive Clods it dawned on me that while I hadn’t detected noticeable change in the before commercial versus the after, I think setting them fingers on automatic might have changed the definition of “enough.”
Considering they’re all a single size and I’ve got three other sizes to replace, I should make plenty of new friends next season.
It’s the same scene with experimentals, unless there’s a fistful available something’s wrong. Which may shed light on why I talk so much of skeins, grosses, pallets and thousands, we both do the same thing, only I consume a bit more.
Something to think about when you mull the idea of defraying the cost of that new rod with a few dozen for the local shop. The next step might be everlasting.
Beautiful. But those won’t work here in Indiana. It doesn’t have rubber legs, Krystal Flash, tungsten lead eyes, some duck butt feathers, and a metric ton of epoxy smeared all over it.
At least that’s what that article in that magazine written by that guy said…which is funny cuz I’ve been catching lots of fish on foam spiders.
Not sure what’s going on here. When is enough, enough? Or, can you break old habits? Insofar as “what is enough,” it gives me night sweats. Never take only one to teh stream. It’s sure to be a hottie and you’ll lose it on a tree branch just after its hotness becomes evident. Two? If it’s a hottie and you lose one, you won’t fish the other one for fear of losing it also. Three? Getting closer, Four? Never carry an even number of one pattern, it’s bad luck. Five? That’s the minimum, maybe. I just looked in my “go-to” fly box and I carry to the stream seven of each of my favorite pattern/size combinations. But I think that’s just because I consider “7” my lucky number. Why am I thinking of this?
@Craig – Seven? You’re a degenerate gambler.
Flies have to be carried in prime numbers, so they aren’t equally divisible by the number of fishing buddies present.
Leaving you with one extra “hottie” that tilts Fortune in your favor.
“What is enough?” It’s one of those questions that is thrown to the Universe,when one thinks that it is needed.
And, the answer is never what one thinks it should be.
Uh…family and “Close personal friends” are likely to get their FREE fistfull from the 89 packets of moth tainted dubbing. Leechers beware…none is enough. Spin casting sounds fun?
Older Bro, at the rate you use up my flies I’d say moths were eating them …