The "Hardhead." It looks "fishy." Don't you hate people who say that shit? |
And not the good sort of life-of-the-party, occasionally catty, usually well dressed fun to be around happy gay but the seedy van-in-a-parking-lot creepy gay that no one wants to think about.
Anyways, he's doing this for the second year and its mostly a byproduct of a "local" forum getting together and shit. Not unlike that flag jacket guy thing, there'll be lots of assholes tying shit, but its not a trade show or a sell shit event, the format is geared towards the idea that a newbie will show up and learn, even though its basically a bunch of guys from said forum sitting around in a room. Y'know, tying flies. And shit. FWIW, its nice to put a face to your Internet nemesis once in awhile. Read more, if you want (or not, that's the same link as before), or fuck off... Y'know, whatever.
Anyways, Awhile back, I was killing time in a used bookstore when I came across a copy of Taking Larger Trout (pub 1950) by Larry Koller for $2.
Being a fan of old shit, and books with meticulously hand drawn colour plates (can someone explain the difference between a plate and a picture, besides classiness of term?), I bought it and promptly stuck it on a shelf and forgot about it.
This weekend, I found a really striking, and forgotten, fly in the back pages of it, the Hardhead.
A fly so striking I was immediately taken by it, and promptly tied, the shimmering swords and contrast in body materials came across immediately in print, that even if I never catch anything on it, I had to at least take an interest in making it.
It appears my lens is caked in vaseline. |
- Tail: Peacock swords.
- Body: Silver flat tinsel for the back half, green floss for the front half.
- Throat: Peacock swords.
- Underwing: Yellow dyed bucktail.
- Overwing: Peacock herl.
- Thread: Green (I used Pearsall's as it seemed more fitting).
That said, I should probably clean my lens because ole Ed's got me taking pictures of his peoples' flies again. I bet that I not only forget to clean the cruft off, but I spend 15 minutes before I leave running around the house constructing an impromptu studio for fly photography the day off, eh?
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