Club Fly Tying Challenge

The Scenario
You've spent the week with the Astrological Society of the Great
Plains, stargazing from the emptiness of Western Nebraska's Sandhills.
The site was chosen precisely for it's remoteness from any artificial
night time light which means you are miles from any civilization. It's
been a great week; you've seen more in the heavens than you could have
possibly anticipated, and you've made a number of new friends. As you
finished packing for this trip you looked around the garage, and
grabbed a fly rod and reel and threw it in, as a last-minute whim; no
flies or vest, but what the heck... You didn't have time or the
inclination to fish, but there the rod is, in your trunk as you leave.
You're the last one to leave the site. Fortunately the path back to
the highway is easy enough to follow and before you know it the paved
road that will take you back to civilization looms ahead. Coming up
over a rise, you skid to a halt, the car sitting sideways in the road!
Two Humvees, and men in fatigues with M-16s are blocking the road! Two
National Guardsmen come up to your car; they are polite, but firm: due
to an outbreak of Mad Cow Disease in the area all travel is forbidden
and you cannot leave the Sandhills until FEMA arrives to decontaminate
you and your vehicle. Great! You tend to have a short fuse anyway, and
you start to rail about the absurd situation, why can't you just go
HOME! and maybe a speck of spit flies out of your mouth as you rant.
The Guardsmen suddenly back up and look at each other very nervously -
they're thinking: "Does he have Mad Cow? Is he foaming at the mouth?
The Guardsmen forcefully tell you to clear the road, and breathe a
sign of relief when you pull away. Not knowing what else to do, you
head back to the campsite. Maybe you were driving too fast, maybe your
frustration with the situation came out in your driving, but whatever,
you round a curve too fast, your car shoots off the road, and finds
one of the ravines that the Sandhills hide with such ease. Your car
bounces and bucks down the incline, but doesn't roll, and eventually
creaks to a stop. You're alive, you're OK, but the car isn't going to
move again without a tow truck.

You have no food or water and even less confidence that FEMA will show
up before you turn to dust. You could walk back up the road, but the
Guardsmen were nervous already, and you can see a ranch in the
distance. Ranchers in this part of the country are the sort that will
give the shirt off their back to someone in need so surely you can
find someone who will share a scrap of bread or some beans until FEMA
arrives. You take a few items from the car and start the journey on
foot. After hours of walking it's obvious that the ranch wasn't as
close as you thought, you're lost and you will be in big trouble if
you don't find some food and shelter soon. As you scan the horizon you
notice a bright reflection coming from a ravine up ahead. When you get
to the ravine you discover a couple things. First of all the
reflection was caused by the sun bouncing off the side mirror of an
old abandoned Honda Accord. Further down the ravine you also spot
something that's almost too good to be true. There before you is a
beautiful, cool and clear spring running out from a rocky outcrop near
some trees. Better yet the spring runs down the ravine and into a lake
which must be at least 80 acres in size. A quick reconnoiter reveals
this lake is teeming with pike, perch, and some master size
largemouth. Taking stock of the situation, the spring and lake will
provide water, and the Honda can be used as shelter. You've brought
along a fly rod and some fly tying tools but unfortunately all your
fly boxes are at home with your kickboat. It should be easy enough to
catch some fish if only you had some flies. There is only one thing
left to consider; what would a Cornhusker Fly Fisher do in this
situation?

You know what to do don't you? Cannibalize the Honda for any fly tying
materials you can find, tie some flies and start catching fish!

The Rules:
You may use as many or as few of the materials from the auto to
construct your fly. Bring the appropriate tools needed to remove the
materials from the auto but please no blow torches or power tools.
Also please take only what you need and leave the rest for other
tyers. The only other materials you may add in construction of the fly
are thread, adhesives, and permanent marking pens. A variety of hooks
will be available but you are welcome to bring your own.

What Happened:
A 1982 Honda Accord was hauled in on a trailer, repleat with rotting
fuzzy seat covers, old (probably lead paint covered) Barbie dolls,
soda cans, snow brushes, and other pieces of junk in the back. We had
a blast. Windshield wiper blades were cut down into rubber legs, an
old leather glove became a frog, seat cushion foam and vinyl headliner
became poppers and crawfish. This whole activity was photographed by
Nebraska Land magazine.
Try it with your club. Survival fly tying is a lot of fun.
Frank Reid

After reading "most" of this post...

I know who you really are Frank...

Your Serotonin's brother!

or Ralph's uncle...


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After reading "most" of this post...

I know who you really are Frank...

Your Serotonin's brother!

or Ralph's uncle...

I'm not sure here, but I think I've been insulted, by a guy from New
Jersey no less!
Frank Reid

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
After reading "most" of this post...

I know who you really are Frank...

Your Serotonin's brother!

or Ralph's uncle...

I'm not sure here, but I think I've been insulted, by a guy from New
Jersey no less!
Frank Reid






you guys got too much time on your hands ! LOL

cheeses of nazareth