My wife grabbed this shot. I am listening intently, as my friend explains that the large bag of pheasant feathers I had saved for him would probably make a "million" of these little trout fooling flies. We then headed to a lovely mountain stream and played for a few hours. Catch and release and he let 'em go before I could wade up to his location and grab a picture. All in all, a good day. I won't be saving this year's rooster hides.
Cheers,
Jack
