MAINE - Life in the Slow Lane
OK guys here are my first two size 32 patterns. I counted and it is eight or nine wraps of 14/0 thread from eye to bend, not much room to fudge with.
CDC emerger and a nearnuff Adams.
Nicely done. Can't wait to get my hooks . Hope to tie some midge patterns for the winter Browns
I can't wait to see the midges, I may have to tie up a few as well. I am looking for some smaller scud hooks now to tie up some micro klinkhammers and drowned spinners. Locally the smallest I have found is a #20 I may have to order up some #24 & #26's.
On another note; I took a break from the micros last night to tie up some size 12 & 14 nymphs...Man that's a lot of hook to cover!
I think tying on these micro hooks has greatly improved my tying skills.
I can imagine. When I go back to my 16's it will feel like I am tying on a streamer hook. I hope like you it improves my tying skills as well. One thing for sure I should be able to see the hooks better. I can't wait to try the little micros on a fish.
Got my size 32's in today . I am doomed
These 52 year old eyes are going to have all they can handle with these microscopic hooks, I might have to buy a new vice to hold them so I am able to tie one up. Wife is all for it . I have to laugh the dang hooks are the size of Jefferson's nose on a dime .
Keep in mind Dave, if you DO manage to tie up one of them #32 hooks, if you sneeze or blink when a trout hits it you'll straighten the hook right out
This is what my 50 year old eyes use:
http://www.harborfreight.com/head-strap-magnifier-with-work-light-95890.html
Koda,
You just have no faith in our fish catching skills, you wait there will be some monsters landed on these invisi-hooks
Hi Koda
We can always let the young'uns fish of the wharf and catch a bucket of minnows
We can buy the bucket of minnows and go trolling for real fish...Might be a win win situation..
Can.t wait to see what you are going to tie up
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