only for the truly brave . . .
Steve and all:
Okay, I've gone back and forth on this one and, at the risk of TMI, here is a personal best in terms of unique contributions to our beloved endeavor.
About five years ago, I was just beginning to flirt with the idea of fly fishing due to my youngest brother Brad (10 years my junior). He was about sixteen at the time, had discussed his experiences of flyrod, fish, and fun with me, and I soon had my first rod/reel combo. It was at this time I also signed up for an intro FFing/Tying class at the university I was attending. Brad and I continued to have frequent conversations about his newfound ventures with a flyrod on the lakes near Flagstaff, AZ while I shared some "the-one-that-got-away" stories from UT. I also began to report on my in and out of class experiences with learning how to tie.
As in class tying became more and more fun, I quickly purchased a vice, some basic tools, some thread, . . . and ran out of $ (starving student budget and all that). Unknowingly, Brad called one evening and asked if I might tie and mail him some flies for an upcoming trip he was going to be making with some friends soon. Of course I agreed. I would worry about the small problem of limited materials later.
To make a long story short, I used desparation as inspiration with a dash of brotherly love (the mischevious sort) thrown in and tied/mailed some patterns. I anxiously awaited the report. Brad called after his trip about a week later to fill me in.
He immediately got to business by asking about a particular fly. It seems that after a day of he and his friends getting nothing on their lines, he tied the pattern on just before they left and promptly caught a fat little rainbow. The backlash from friends was immediate, "wha'd ya catch him on Brad?! What are you using?!!!" To which Brad could only reply in a bit of smug frustration, "I don't know, it's a nymph but T.J. said it was called a BLS!" Stumped buddies crowded around my brother and began furiously scanning flyboxes before they had to call it a day . . . to no avail.
It was then I couldn't hold back any longer on the phone and between attempts to breath and hearty guffaws I informed him of the fly's rightful title and truly unique origin . . .
the "Belly Lint Special" -- materials harvested close to home, in limited supply, yet tied with selflessness and in the name of scientific exploration of the most rigorous nature. [*NOTE* Any further information is, of course, top secret. But I will throw out the following teaser: Through lengthy negotiations with Jeff Foxworthy under the cover of extreme confidentiality, nationwide sub-contracts have been established to ensure mass production of the BLS and shipments of the little gem in all sizes will come to a fly shop near you Spring of 2005.]
P.S. The disclaimer of "just kidding" on the final note is necessary, but does not apply to the preceding content. All of which is true and can be verified by a certain younger brother (still trying to convince his friends) and a spouse (who chooses to remain anonymous on this forum).
*sigh* Oh the shame,
Te vas por la sombrita