The Art of Fly Tying

One of the more flamboyant patterns I tied. It did a good job with Smallies and brings back memories of early mornings on Lake Cobbesseconte in Maine, my dog sitting up front in the canoe, the sun burning off the early morning fog, and the Loons out and about on the mirror calm surface of the water. There were days when I never wet a line, I just sat there and enjoyed the peace that being part of the moment can bring you.

....and the adventure continues.