Saturday I went to the pond to try to catch a rainbow. I did. But one in three hours smelled like a skunk, I wasn’t too happy about it. Especially since I caught that one on a streamer, then I switch to dry because I want to be a purist (and I could use a change from the lures). Except, I clearly don’t know what I’m doing when fishing a dry. I tried a couple of flies, but with no conviction and even less success.
My dear colleagues, that try to show me the ropes suggested the few rises I saw may have been coarse fishes, so they would recommend to stay under. Then I thought: wet! That’s what I need.
So tonight I wanted to do a March brown wet, a fly that seems most appropriate. The unavoidable McPhail has a very nice one.
Alas, I have nothing of what it takes. Not even a size 12 hook. I tell you, the things you need to tie a fly, it’s just bankruptcy on short term. My guess is that this guy just owns the frigggin’ fly tying store.
Whatever, I thought. Let’s improvise.
I kind of like it. It’s actually (somewhat) less ugly than the pic suggests, and has some cool transparency effect. And a motherf*cking blue ass of death that will totally give the bows an URGE to bite it.
The astute reader will have noticed that the hackle’s curves the wrong way. I just don’t get what went wrong. I was going all McPhail on that goddamn feather, taking the fibers back as I winded around the shank, but it decided to bend like that. On purpose I bet.
Unrelatedly: one hour on the lawn with the RX6 today, I wanted to confirm my impressions. Well, this babe kicks asses actually. It’s a joy to cast.