Fly tyer’s nostalgia recalls the good old dries

Fly-fishing was always like peeling an onion to find a ripe apple for a lot of us, and we miss those layers that gave the sport mystery, difficulty, and challenge before the sweet rewards.”

Jim Matthews has penned a nice piece on how dry flies used to be, for The San Bernadino County Sun:

“One of the members of that club attended local cockfights to get to know chicken breeders and take home losing birds that expired. Bob said the birds were tough to eat, but the feathers were good.”

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