My first Salmon fly – the pheasant-winged head-knocker When I started tying flies back in my 20s some people thought they were too large to be practical. Maybe I’d have better luck knocking out a fish than I would have in actually hooking one. Such hurtful words were painful and launched my 20+ years of suffering from fly-tying PTSD. My only form of solace was, of course, my mother. Once I determined that I was tying-challenged and suffering from PTSD,…
Simon Peter said to them, “I am going fishing.” They said to him, “We will go with you.” They went out and got into the boat, but that night they caught nothing. John 21:3 The fact is that sometime you go fishing and you catch nothing. It happened to Peter and his friends and it happens to us as well. So what is a guy, or gal, to do if Jesus doesn’t come and help you out? Well, if it is…
Greetings from Babylon on the Potomac. I’ve promised myself to blog more frequently when I get a table to sit at. For now, I’ll be an infrequent breakfast-bar-sitting-on-an-uncomfortable-chair blogger. I took time in my busy schedule the other day to walk into the local Orvis store. The good news is, it is only about two blocks away. The bad news is, it is only about two blocks away. When I walked in they had several tables set up in the middle…