Monday, September 18, 2017
From Field to Vice...
The wingbeat of the flush gave away it's location.
Extreme tight quarters prevented anything other than a quick dispatch from the limb it sat upon. This was no egalitarian wing shooting adventure, no this was get the job done for dinner
Aside of fantastic dinner that public lands had provided, the feathers make the fly tying junkie in me do a couple of backflips. You just cant find these feathers in a fly shop or a catelog....they're hard earned additions to a collection that I take extra pride in.
When the big buck steelhead comes to hand with a fly that contains a breast feather from this bird, I know that my smile will be impossibly big.
The loop completed, from field to vice to fish.