Nice one Dave, now I have something new to tie up while I weather the storm on Friday and Saturday.
An all growed up nymph! FWIW, that fly right there is a killer when trolled for big bows. Dang, there goes another secret
I was thinking fall brookies, but I'll take big bows
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.