It's kind of a hoot how that fly finished its career. I thought maybe I hooked a brook trout that gave up the ghost early and came in easily. turned out it was a river rock, a little smaller than a hardball, that the fly found a perfect groove in to lock itself to the rock. I've saved the rock, and as soon as I can find the epoxy somewhere in my shop, I'll put the two (fly and rock) together again for all eternity and as a great item to clutter my desk up even more. I'll post a pic when I get it done. Heck, I'll go do it now. This single malt won't go bad in the next 15 minutes...
Final resting place for the Deep Green Beauty: