I am a messy tier. Recently, I decided to tie some unweighted Woolly Buggers, mostly in the traditional earth (under water) tones. I had dark olive, light olive, brown, mottled brown and black marabou with the comparable hackle and sparkle chenilles, oh and the varied hooks.
As the days progressed, I tied with each color and combinations of colors but what I did was fail to stay with one pattern and tie enough of them and then put all those materials away and then go to the next color scheme. Instead, I mixed and matched and experimented and buried myself in marabou etc. Throw in the fact that Penny the Cat finagled her paws into a ziplock back and seized a Hoffman Chickaboo cape and a disaster ensued.
I have been tying for a long time. This is silly stuff, that should be worked through after a couple seasons, but again the ‘get organized and prepped in advance’ admonition proves itself again.
Above, I have prepped the hooks and beads for some weighted Woolly Buggers. And, I am going to only pull from the ziplock bags the exact colors for the tail, body, hackle for each flight of Buggers. Think ahead, plan, tie and put away what you don’t need out for the next pattern.
Oh, head cement. I had so much crap on the table top, I momentarily buried an open jar of head cement. I found it, as it tumbled over onto a nice dyed, barred grizzly half cape. What a weekend! Regrouping, lesson learned…again.


i was picking up some hooks and the guy ahead of me was complaining that the essential tidiness of his life was being disrupted and he just wasn’t getting ANYTHING done. it made me consider my glib response to your post.
personally i resist structure at almost every turn and at almost any cost. i don’t enjoy self-imposed structure and despise its impostion by external sources. however i forget that other people, my wife in particular, revel in its stricture. it has always amazed me that one little letter changes a positive to a negative.
all that said. i took my son to work with me one day. i was working behind a desk at the time. my cube was as bare as a monk’s cell. pens and pencils in a cup, no decoration not even a calendar.
who works here?
me.
no you don’t.
yep.
but you’re a ….
at home, not here. this where i work, home is where i play.
oh…you know mom wishes that you did more work at home, don’t you?
anyway my tying desk looks like a giant wapsi crapped on it and i probably haven’t tied a dozen of same pattern consecutively in 40+ years and it hasn’t harmed me significantly,…yet… i think…no… i’m sure of it.
it’s always fun reading your posts.
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It is funny you should write. I somehow awoke this morning thinking about this very thing. I make those periodic planned tying efforts and tie up all those flies. But, then what? I go off tying willy nilly and that actually is the most fun. Experimenting, lost in time, imagining…all away from that structured plan I suggest. I too spend a work day smothered in structures/strictures. I too rebel. And, frankly, as much as one suggests organization prior to fishing, once at the water’s edge…that is the last damn thing I want. Thanks for writing.
Gary
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oh hell, where’s the fun in that?
embrace the chaos.
imagine your arms windmilling as you teeter at the brink of the abyss. the preternatural chill flowing through your body. the looming ectasy…
they’re just flies after all.
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Craig, As always you turn a good phrase!
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