Posted on February 03 2005
Funny how while tying flies in the dark cold of winter it is much easier to convince ourselves that we are at work on “lethal” concoctions. “It is now, having removed the fly from the vise and placed it gently on the table, that a name must be issued so as to give the fly identity and purpose, attitude and everything else. Flies without names are just flies, lost and soon forgotten. However, flies named appropriately are instantly bound for potential legend in the years to come regardless of their success on the water.” From the Bozeman Chronicle.