I usually use calf tail, but i found a piece of calf body that had a small section of hair long enough. You can't stack calf tail so i pull the hair outward on the tail and even the tips as much as possible and cut the clump off. I think they should be kinda uneven anyway.
cool, kinda Carrie Stevens ish.
@lars: Looking at your Wulff flies makes me thing of this poem: (just substitute @lars little orange bug)
Poem reminded me of this song:@lars: Looking at your Wulff flies makes me thing of this poem: (just substitute @lars little orange bug)
THE LITTLE YELLOW BUG .
BY PATCHES D
A poem inspired by MR Browns steelhead bee.
Caddis dancing on the waters edge ,
While the summer sun runs high .
Birds are grown , and all but fleched ,
As the spring has passed us by .
Now longer days of summer fun,
old trout have become so wise .
If it wasn't for the evening sun,
I would never tempt a rise .
Trees are dressed in leaves of green ,
And the huck is red and tart .
Looking for a trout I know
Who all but stole my heart .
Twas a evening back ,in later spring ,
I was simply strolling by ,
At the old cut bank , I seen something,
That quickly caught my eye .
A perfect fish, apponant grand
As he was taking to a rise
I wish to hold him in my hand
I'd make it a surprise.
I crept up slow and took my time
Not to spook my prey.
I listened to the dippers ryme
In this ending of the day .
The evening blew a warm sweet breeze
As I let my line from my reel
I cast upstream , ... take it please ...
Is he was looking for a meal ?.
The cast was true , and up he rose
To the little yellow bug .
Just enough to see his nose.
I count down to the tug .
He now sees, the fool he's been
By taking in my fly .
Here he comes, the fish I seen ,
Jumping to the sky .
We entered to , a battle grand
The winner is still unknown.
On this bank I take my stand
His worthiness he's shown .
It's at this time when he swims by
I see him in full light
He looked at me , straight in the eyes
Then decides to fight .
Taking line from my reel
He almost takes it all .
Then he turns and comes right back ,
the start of my down fall.
He circles back a loop he's made ,
And much to my surprise .
He swims right up in the evening shade,
I can see his age and size.
He looks at me without a care
And takes the steelhead bee...
He throws it up into the air
Intention to be free.
The battle ends , who lost who?
He played me on the line !
Victorys his , I tell you true ,
all of this is fine.
I will return , every night ,
To see if just once more .
I might see, the shaded sight
Of him holding on that shore .
June ,July, now a August eve ,
I return each day and wait .
watching swallows with their weave ,
Like keepers of the gate.
I taste the air , and it's sweet and dry,
The grass has gone to seed .
A bee comes round , it circles by
It's time for him to feed .
Reel to rod, the two are snung,
I string upon the line.
Once again the yellow bug ,
Is heavy on my mind .
I dress the fly and Leader to ,
And some way up the string .
I move to place, and think of you,
the happiness you'll bring .
I look into, the deep blue pool,
With the undercutting bank .
I step into the waters cool ,
the universe I thank .
For there you are , once again ,
In the diming of the night .
I wait and watch , to see if you
Are active on the bite!
I see you ,but you nor me ,
In the dimming of this light .
I loosen up the steelhead bee,
Ready for the fight .
I cast up stream , the trap is set .
I see you start to rise .
The fly is gone, do not set yet! .....
Again to your surprise.
As you look up , and see it's me ?
But just a moment late .
Counting down one, two, three,
sealed becomes your fate .
The battles fair , and well fought ,
since the time that we last met .
I have taken all thing you taught ,
I'll not be bested yet .
I run down stream , back here
No loop will help you now ,
I remember well the angst, the fear
Of loosing you and how .
You battled well, the fight was fought
And here you grace my hand
I look at you and think the thought ....
What a salt red band !
To the deep cut bank , into your lie
I hope you'll think of me ,
Every time you see a fly
Think of the yellow bee.
buzzzz...@lars: Looking at your Wulff flies makes me thing of this poem: (just substitute @lars little orange bug)
THE LITTLE YELLOW BUG .
BY PATCHES D
A poem inspired by MR Browns steelhead bee.
Caddis dancing on the waters edge ,
While the summer sun runs high .
Birds are grown , and all but fleched ,
As the spring has passed us by .
Now longer days of summer fun,
old trout have become so wise .
If it wasn't for the evening sun,
I would never tempt a rise .
Trees are dressed in leaves of green ,
And the huck is red and tart .
Looking for a trout I know
Who all but stole my heart .
Twas a evening back ,in later spring ,
I was simply strolling by ,
At the old cut bank , I seen something,
That quickly caught my eye .
A perfect fish, apponant grand
As he was taking to a rise
I wish to hold him in my hand
I'd make it a surprise.
I crept up slow and took my time
Not to spook my prey.
I listened to the dippers ryme
In this ending of the day .
The evening blew a warm sweet breeze
As I let my line from my reel
I cast upstream , ... take it please ...
Is he was looking for a meal ?.
The cast was true , and up he rose
To the little yellow bug .
Just enough to see his nose.
I count down to the tug .
He now sees, the fool he's been
By taking in my fly .
Here he comes, the fish I seen ,
Jumping to the sky .
We entered to , a battle grand
The winner is still unknown.
On this bank I take my stand
His worthiness he's shown .
It's at this time when he swims by
I see him in full light
He looked at me , straight in the eyes
Then decides to fight .
Taking line from my reel
He almost takes it all .
Then he turns and comes right back ,
the start of my down fall.
He circles back a loop he's made ,
And much to my surprise .
He swims right up in the evening shade,
I can see his age and size.
He looks at me without a care
And takes the steelhead bee...
He throws it up into the air
Intention to be free.
The battle ends , who lost who?
He played me on the line !
Victorys his , I tell you true ,
all of this is fine.
I will return , every night ,
To see if just once more .
I might see, the shaded sight
Of him holding on that shore .
June ,July, now a August eve ,
I return each day and wait .
watching swallows with their weave ,
Like keepers of the gate.
I taste the air , and it's sweet and dry,
The grass has gone to seed .
A bee comes round , it circles by
It's time for him to feed .
Reel to rod, the two are snung,
I string upon the line.
Once again the yellow bug ,
Is heavy on my mind .
I dress the fly and Leader to ,
And some way up the string .
I move to place, and think of you,
the happiness you'll bring .
I look into, the deep blue pool,
With the undercutting bank .
I step into the waters cool ,
the universe I thank .
For there you are , once again ,
In the diming of the night .
I wait and watch , to see if you
Are active on the bite!
I see you ,but you nor me ,
In the dimming of this light .
I loosen up the steelhead bee,
Ready for the fight .
I cast up stream , the trap is set .
I see you start to rise .
The fly is gone, do not set yet! .....
Again to your surprise.
As you look up , and see it's me ?
But just a moment late .
Counting down one, two, three,
sealed becomes your fate .
The battles fair , and well fought ,
since the time that we last met .
I have taken all thing you taught ,
I'll not be bested yet .
I run down stream , back here
No loop will help you now ,
I remember well the angst, the fear
Of loosing you and how .
You battled well, the fight was fought
And here you grace my hand
I look at you and think the thought ....
What a salt red band !
To the deep cut bank , into your lie
I hope you'll think of me ,
Every time you see a fly
Think of the yellow bee.
That’s nice!!!
looks tasty. what is the body?
Yep! That’s a bit if an issue with tying a Breadcrust. The body is a Ruffed Grouse tail feather, trimmed, split, soaked and prepped to get that look. It’s definitely a bit of a process, but definitely one that occasionally I have the time to commit to prepare a few Grouse tail feathers to tie up a few Breadcrusts. It is an absolute bomb of a pattern!!
