Monday, May 5, 2014
You know, sometimes when you sit down to the pile of feathers
What pops off just has it,
Nothing's worse than after 15 minutes of grinding away on a fly than to realize you have what amounts to as a steaming pile of shit you'd rather burn and start again than swim it in the water
But alas, there's the time the alchemy rolls together and you finish with a piece that you say to yourself
This baby's got the JUICE
Cant wait to swim this fly in front of a fish. I have a feeling the results will match the expectations.