"What should we tie first? Skwalas? Steelhead flies?"
"I don't know, maybe pike flies... no wait streamers! Wait Muddlers!"
"When do you want to get together to start tying? Tomorrow?"
"Can't, gotta work tomorrow. How about Friday?"
"Friday's too late, how about Thursday night?"
"I don't even have a vise of my own yet"
"Oh yeah, damnit. We can take turns"
There may have even been whispers between the wives about the two of us sounding like twelve year old girls the night before the first day of eighth grade. What did we care? Hell, we couldn't even tell for sure, we were too busy giggling.
So this morning I went to the office, tied up some loose ends for the week and slipped out by lunch time in order to make the hour drive into Missoula to pick up a vise and some more supplies.
Well as luck would have it, I barely made it home and was whipping up a sandwich with the last of the Chirstmas prime rib when my buddy D-dawg calls.
"Hey Craig, you still all worked up to start tying flies again?"
As it turns out, Dennis and his wife (mostly his wife......smart guy) used to tie flies, and as things turned out, hadn't been at the vise in quite awhile, so rather than let their stuff continue to collect dust it was offered to me in return for a couple of trips down the river next summer and a few flies thrown in for good measure.... suckers (on both conditions)
So after picking up the goods (What? Not just a vise? A sweet little tying table? Quite a bit of tying material too, and all the tools? NICE!) I was on the phone with Marshall and plans were quickly made for him to stop down tonight for an initial tying session.
Not that I ever got very good at it, but it sure seemed like it was not that difficult. I felt like I had a few thumbs and maybe a pinkie toe on each hand. All kidding aside, by the end of the evening it was already feeling much better. Although not many flies were produced tonight (and none of them would win beauty contests) I'm confident even the flies from this initial session will catch fish.
So begins Fly Tying v2.0, I hope this version lasts. It already has done wonders for me. It was pretty neat sitting across the table from my son, tying flies together. Not only that but my two oldest grandsons (3 and 5 years old, respectively) on more than one occasion stood in awe watching or crawled on one of our laps, each time with a bunch of questions of course. Landon (the 5 year old) even asked when he was going to get a fly rod and his own stuff to tie flies (how sweet is that?)
Instances such as these only cement my belief that fly fishing is one of the greatest ways to become (and stay) close to children and grandchildren...
|Marshall, deep in thought... or did he drop a #18?|
|My first fly of v2.0|
|Both of our first attempts v2.0 (well for me at least)|
With that begins another aspect of my flyfishing journey. Funny, I never really noticed that void until tonight........