Have you ever tried to wrap a thread around a small––I'm talking the size of a hair on the back of an ant kind of small––fishing hook? Or wrap a feather so tight it fans out in perfect concentric circles? The right fly, the lure attached to the end of your fly line for those unaccustomed to the ways of the fly angler, is an engineering marvel. It casts light, moves one way at rest and moves another in motion. Art and science, blended together into a perfect machine/creature with a mind of its own. Like a ghost on a puppet string, manipulated by remote control. The great fly tiers I've seen spin perfect little clones of their best patterns all day long as if the thread and fur are all under mind control. Or voodoo magic. My flies have always been crude, blunt instruments. They still work fine.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing. No excuses.
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