Today, being the snowy day that it was, seemed like a great day for fly tying. As some of you know, I tie enough flies over the winter (and throughout the season) to outfit myself and my Teton Fly Fishing clients (not to mention some fishing friends). My winter tying goes in waves. Some days, dozens of flies are tied, while I succumb other days to distractions like art projects or my guitars. Overall I’ve been making good progress this winter; there are still patterns to be tied, but overall the fly boxes are looking good.
This morning I hit the extremes of the fly tying spectrum. I started by (with the help of some coffee) tying a dozen and a half size 20 Blue Wing Olive parachute dry flies; a great pattern to carry here in the western Rockies, as the BWO are often the first and last major hatch of the season. After finishing them, I moved on to some size 4 conehead streamers; imagining how quickly they would get down under cut banks and logs, bring large Green River brown trout and Snake River cutthroat to their knees.
When I was finished, I got to thinking how funny (and interesting) it is that trout will feed so willingly on such tiny bugs one minute, while chasing such large flies the next. A dead drift along a seam or violent strips under a log. The choice is yours.