Posted on September 24 2005
Chris Hunt proceeds to find that locally tied flies are held quiet dear after discovering in distant Whale Pass, Alaska, that he left his fly box at home. “The string of self-effacing expletives I muttered might have made a sailor blush. Here I was in remote Alaska on a fly fishing trip without one of the key ingredients. I broke down my fly rod, looked at the map and determined that tiny little Whale Pass was the closest thing to civilization from Neck Creek.” In the Idaho State Journal.