After a sushi-rolling, Argentinian techno musicing, snowball fighting dinner party went later than expected on Friday night, Saturday morning was spent sleeping and not fishing. Shame shame on me. I had every intention on getting out on the water this weekend, but Argentinian techno music is a confusing, exhausting, and apparently cruel mistress.
So, Plan B was tying my first flies with Matt Breuer. Matt lent me one of two vises and put me to work. It took me a whopping five hours to make four flies. Mostly because of all the guffawing, storytelling, and phone calls, but also because of my lack of fly tying ability and aptitude.
First fly - bunny leech of some sort.
Second and thirdflies - zebra midges
Fourth and final fly - the ugliest woolly (or is it wooly) bugger known to man kind