Vern-O breaking out of the winter tying rut during the “Nemo” storm. Read and see more at http://vern-o.blogspot.com/
Occasionally I get bogged down with fly tying orders or I get immense feelings of being overwhelmed. Not untypical for most tiers, I’m sure. I often find myself breaking away from the routine, or trying to draw inspiration from different sources. Compound this matter with a harsh winter and cabin fever and things can get really dark mentally. I will often tease my psyche by trying to reward myself with a few hours of free-form idea tying or just plain old tie something I want after filling a big order. The proverbial carrot on a stick, only I occasionally get the carrot if you will. Take the recent Northeast pounding of the storm called Nemo and my oldest daughter down and out with a nasty cough and fever. The storm came a pounding and I found myself tying for hours making progress on an order til the wee hours of the night.
The next morning I awoke to a still precipitous sky, but the visual outside was amazing. Everything was serene and blanketed in snow. Tree branches bent over and touched the ground with a blanketing layer of snow, just a magical sight. I looked out the window after breakfast and said I need to tie a cool fly and photograph it out side. I disappeared to the basement and worked out a pattern. I incorporated some Whiting Farms salmon colored Spey Rooster hackle lashed to HMH orange poly tube with some peach orange UV ice dub. Once I completed my work, it was time to head outside and see what magic the surrounding environment could add to my fly. I was enthralled with the surroundings and was grinning from ear to ear. Just an amazing way to pull inspiration.
I had posted some pictures on the social media vacuum called Facebook. I mentioned that the fly had no real name and someone suggested Nemo. I thought to myself, it does kind of look like the Disney character, but wasn’t totally sold on the idea. Then a full twenty four hours later it clicked in my head. The snow storm had been called Nemo, and the colors worked for the Disney film, a sort of Freudian slip if you will. As my daughter started to feel better I showed her the fly and we fooled around with a newly acquired black light.
Then the question came. How does it swim?
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