I spent a lot of nights as a kid bent underneath a desk lamp, toiling away on a story, a book, or a project. Those memories are some of my favorites.
Tying flies with a couple of beers, a heavy-handed helping of snacks, and good tunes late into the night is its own party. It's a sport all on its own, and an art form I'll never even begin to understand. My stubby fingers can't hang.
I'll just take advantage of the skills of others and buy my flies.
The flies I do tie are simple.
I can tie a few quickly and get it over with.
Just enough flies to get me through the next day on the water.
Sleeping in is a waste of daylight. Do what you love––go fishing.
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