This sumbitch would be “FATTY”.
Steadfastly ignore everything your Momma taught you, spend the bulk of your day chasing tail rather than get an education, then tuck your feet under Ma’s table and ask, “What’s fer Dinner, Yo.”
The damn fly is as big as he is – and it’s up to us to give this fellow the education he’s sorely lacking.
Meet the Singlebarbed blog’s favorite glutton, a largemouth bass – which aren’t very numerous in the Little Stinking, now I know why.
I’ve met many a smallmouth on my homewater that met that same fate. Except it’s the big guys that take flies with reckless abandon. It’s a wonder the evolutionary tree didn’t skip that branch.