FLYMPH FORUM

Oh, what a tangled web we weave ...

A spider has got to do his work, but I think I will draw the line at a UFO whisking them away to a waterless troutless planet.

Don't even mention the probing (crude attempt at humor)

“Well Bushy you may as well get that punch out of the way now “, said a voice from behind them. There was William grinning from ear to ear and beside him another angler. Lads this is Bill, Bill tie2fish, he is equally responsible for the little charade that we prepared for you this morning. William was completely different from the man they had met earlier, warm , engaging and full of fun. The amigos quickly relaxed and introduced themselves to Bill as Bushy, Dubby and the Frog Hunter. “So Dougden, you are the mighty catcher of Toads, I hope you are equally as clever with the trout”, said Bill.

Bill opened his pack and took out three small wooden fly boxes, each engraved with a name. Handing one to each of the amigos, Bill told them that he and William had a busy week at the vice. Bushy squealed with delight as he opened his, row upon row of the most magnificent spiders and flymph’s and softhackle’s. On one side many instantly recognisable patterns , Partridge Series, Snipes, Woodcocks, Waterhen Bloas, Greenwells, Stewarts, Williams Favorites, Flymphs from Hidy and Liesering. On the other a selection of William’s and Bill’s , some tried and tested , some waiting to be tried.



“So that’s one of them Llama flies “; said Bushy , extracting one from his box and holding it up to the light; “nice Bill, very nice”.



Amazing how complete strangers can seem like lifelong friends when they share a common passion. Conversation flowed , each angler discussing the flies, their history, tying techniques, their own experiences. William was a fountain of information and inspiration and held the amigos spellbound with tales of great fish at turners cross. Bill laughed, “ he is all theory, lets see if he is half as good as Otter’s online William”.

A splash mid stream interrupted their conversation, followed by a second. All faces turned and viewed the river, they had almost forgotten that they were there to fish. Aagh said Bill, "The hatches are starting , what are are doing here nattering like a flock of old hens".

“Come lads, I know a few nice pools downstream “; said William winking at the amigos, and this time he was telling the truth.

Hank playfully nudged Dougsden, “ C’mon Froghunter , grivvvit, grivvit lets do some whooshing and jigging.” "William, Hank was wondering have you got a saw with you", replied Dougsden.

TBC

We're havin' some fun now . Flattered to be included ...

tie2fish wrote: Flattered to be included ...

You may regret that line Bill , I've got a blank canvas........

Be gentle, now -- there are limits to poetic license doncha know .

I can't be held to account for the behaviour of the three muskateer's, however a D'artagnan will have to be found to keep things in order.

Hmmmm ... let's see. That would have to be someone with experience organizing stuff and blending personalities, right