Now that I have water and power (the electricity kind), I can finally move ahead with other elements of my life… like showering, Xmas shopping and fly tying for my Bahamas trip coming up in January (fly out the 13th, fly back the 18th).
Of course, my tying desk is made of the finest materials. I paid a guy $5,343 for this fine piece of craftsmanship. I was assured it was one of a kind.
Some day I’ll have a tying room, a roll top desk… something that invites me to tie flies, makes me comfortable, has little nooks for all my various bits of this and that. Until then I have to go out to the garage and carry this thing in and when I’m done I have to carry it back. My almost 3 year old doesn’t know this exists.
One thing that seems clear about my fly tying is that I am physically unable to tie more than one fly exactly the same. I’m swapping eyes, wing, body color… I don’t know why I do that. It doesn’t seem wise of me, but then, there is a real possibility I’m not wise (if my wife were to read this, she’d probably grin a little, knowing that she doesn’t need to actually point out what I’ve come to realize).
So, I tied some #2 Gotcha’s… light colored, each unique… like a snowflake… but a really, really sharp snowflake that could land a 10 pound bonefish.
OK… Colbert is on, meaning bed time is fast approaching. The cries of “DADA!” always come earlier than is really convenient.
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