Winter has arrived. It's 8 degrees outside here at the homestead, and I have to say I am very glad I got out to fish Sunday no matter what the smelly result was. Not that we'll stop fishing, we will, only now in our head while tying flies for warmer days to come. That's one of the best things about tying flies; whenever I tie, I am on the river fishing the fly I am tying. Every single fly I tie is tied this way - as it takes shape on the hook I imagine how it will look as it drifts on or in the water and how the trout will see it as it comes into sight or passes through their window. Each wrap of thread counts as it binds any given material onto the hook. Space is the primary concern, with respect to proportions and as it relates to the hook and the end result - a fly must fit the hook it is tied on, otherwise it just doesn't look quite right to me.
And how a fly looks to the angler is the most important factor in how they fish it. If it looks right, it gets fished right.
Confidence is paramount.
So are sharp hooks.
I could go on, but I must get some sleep........