Gummy Pig Stickers

I've been playing in the sandbox... Goofing with thread and metal...

This is an easy tie as it's just two colors of thread and some bead stretch material that gives it a segmented look and a gummy feel.

The boys in Utah get the credit for getting this pattern started in my box and the name really says it all..

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I Already Skinned This Cow Dad

{Famous words that will stay with me forever}

We had to get out for an hour or two on Wednesday evening and find a tug.

My son Dylan Beat me dressed and had his boots good and tight...

Jumping in the river like it's where he wants to be, Rod in hand and sure feet, He un-hangs his flies from the guides, throws some fly line from the reel to the water.

He stands and stares at the riffle before him... With confidence in the flies and all of life's troubles in the review mirror.

Tiny flies are presented to a fish by a boy in hopes of catching it. Catching against its own will, with his own.

Early that morning I was sitting at the bench making up some small worm larva like flies... Dylan comes in and sits down to look at the flies scattered ac cross a magnetic pad... After fondling a few he holds one up, looks at me, pauses, then says "Dad you know what we need"... "What's that bud?" I reply. He says to me, "I think we need some bright green ones with a blue line in the thorax area...
Three of those hit the magnet!...

We fished them...

And they work!

After hooking up with 5 fish and landing three of those... The boys hands were cold and he passes the rod... I made about a dozen casts with one short hook up with a good rainbow. It took the fly near my body made a splash and that was that... Three more casts with no strikes and I tried to give back the rod... With a snicker in his voice, Dylan says,, "Nope!.. you catch a fish"... For the first time I felt pressure and wound up flustered, got a tangle or two and wasn't hooking up... With a 10 year old boy watching over my shoulder I could hardly cast or mend... After missing a strike a look back and he just gives a slow shake of his head much like I have done to him... Frustrated even more I make two more casts... Stick my flies in a tree on one and tangle the leader on the next... I look back to see if I'm getting another head shake or a shoulder shrug. But...

He's gone... He's down stream with the other rod... Bare handed even and mine are so cold they are past starting to hurt...
He hooks up with two more fish. Then tells me that we are ready to go... I walk down to him and throw my flies in the seam that he is now finished with... "what ya doin Dad?" he says... "well I have a little more weight on than you, wanna see if there is anything hiding down there" He replay's back to me with, "I ALREADY SKINNED THIS COW"

I followed him out just like I followed him in...

Who's teaching who?

It got Cold

But the fish are happy and ate today!


Had a great day on the water harassing the browns and making the rainbows fly...


I felt the seasons change today in my home town and I think its time to tie some little junks... Say a poison tung or a lazy boy... perhaps the green things need beefed up... as well as some of those, that and these...

The water will remain skinny for a while and the sneaky angler will prosper.