In my last posting, I did what I have always enjoyed doing: highlighting the creativity–and sometimes the sheer artistic tenacity–of my kids. Their first flies (categorically) I have tried to keep as some kind of quiet, unassuming heirlooms in my own mind.
Many years ago, I let Emma pick out the colors and feather for a dry fly when she was only three and a half. Hot pink was the order of the day, and even just last night, that fly (plus nine years) produced innumerable strike after strike. carry that fly into a shop and they’ll tell you it’s a “salmon or steelhead” fly. Yet, my record-size fish on dries have all been culled with a dry fly that looks like Elton John. I’ll write more about that fly later.
I guess I’ve always had some odd faith in the unorthodox fly. Knowing I was going to head out to Hat Creek with the girls today (sans wife, but not her choice), I decided I would hack out a mock-up, second-tier-and-woefully-substandard imitation of Ashley Valentine’s “Punk Rock Sakasa Kebari” fly. This is simply because it’s fun to see where the Mason/Dixon line of stream-trout temperament might exist between Montana and California.
Of course, I was devoid an aberrant shipment of purple starling hackle. So I used something else: Jay Fair’s Long, translucent Swimming Hackle. Beyond that, I employed olive Uni-Thread, and the usual (for me ), TFS 2500 hook. For ribbing, I tossed in some gratuitous green wire. I was in a HUGE rush when I decided to tie this, so I jammed it (which explains the slipshod work, but anyway) Thus, we jumped in the car and headed an hour east.
I have no pics, because my daughter was in some nondescript “back 40” taking artsy shots of herself and her sister when I caught two trout outright. Granted, this section of the river is ripe with planters, BUT I think that perhaps makes the case even better for the color scheme. Ashley may not think this is a great paen to her fly, but it does acquit her “One” well in my opinion.
As for the two files Clara tied as an inaugural Tenkara offering . . . well, I DID manage to to have the Olympus Camedia 5.0 megapixel within reach.
Not a bad outing. Tomorrow the Upper Sacramento River. Possibly with another Sid Vicious in my box.