I was out in the shed, the one piled with camping stuff, Christmas stuff and bikes long since abandoned by kids. Setting on a shelf beneath a old external frame backpack, broken white gas camping stove and a cracked plastic toboggan was an old plastic tub. The kind you now buy licorice in at Costco. It was full of several hundred flies that were never used. Discarded as never pulled from the active boxes or just not standing the approval of the moment by me. Dumped into a plastic grave and set on a shelf to be further buried by the outdoor’s discarded tools. I reached into that tub and grabbed a handful of failures and, as a good story goes, saw a couple little glimmering gems. At least this morning they seemed worthy of possible redemption. Simple, suggestive patterns tied about 25 years ago…….

Wet Fly w/ floss body~G. Muncy
Wet Fly w/ floss body~G. Muncy
Brown Floss Wet~G. Muncy
Brown Floss Wet~G. Muncy

You know those just might work. This time at least, I plan on making the effort to put these before a fish. The old Mustad hooks deserve a dunking

Dayle's Bend, Montana
Dayle's Bend, Montana