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 Fly Tier: Andrew Cooper |
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Tying Instruction : 1) Take a matched pair of soft hackle feathers and strip off the fibers on one side of each. Now strip the bottom third of both leaving only the hackle stem. 2) On a size 20 or 22 hook tie thread on approximatly 1/3 of the hook shank back from the eye. 3) Now hold the two soft hackle feathers together so that they are matched where the hackle is remaining and tie them on to the hook by the stem, where the hackle meets the stem. 4) Wind the tread back to the base of the hackle stem. Now grasp the hackle fibers and pull them back lifting the hackle stem so that the stem is perpendicular to the hook. 5) Now cut both hackle stems at 1 ½ times the hook shank length. 6) Take each hackle individually and pull it so that the hackle stem is at a 45 degree angle. Now wrap the thread over the top of the hackle fibers and tie them in at the base of the stem. Repeat this on the hackle on the opposite side and you will have two upright wonder wings. 7) Wrap the tying thread to the bend in the hook and tie on 3-5 Microfibetts. 8) Tie on a stripped peacock quill or a stripped hackle quill. 9) Wrap the quill until you are close to the base of the wings. Tie off the quill. 10) At the base of the wings tie in a single grizzly hackle and one piece of bronze peacock herl. 11) Wrap the thread to the eye of the hook. 12) Wrap the peacock herl to the hook eye and tie off. 13) Palmer the hackle 1 time behind the wings and twice in front and tie off. 14) Whip finish the head and you're done. |
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When I was 13 my parents gave me a fly fishing outfit for my birthday. That year I spent a lot of time trying to fly fishing on our local trout stream. I caught nothing the whole summer. My dad, not being a fisherman, couldn't understand how I could keep going back day after day. One day a friend of his a work suggested we visit Carl Coleman who had a fly fishing store in the basement of his house. We went to Carl's and bought a fly tying kit, and Carl told us of a man who lived in my neighborhood named Lynn Holt who might help me tie some flies. That winter, Lynn graciously let me come over to his house on Wednesday nights to tie flies. The very first trip that next spring I caught my first Trout. Lynn did not ask for anything for all the lessons he gave me, he did it for the love of the sport. He was passing on a gift that will last me a lifetime.
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