It was a pretty day on the Davidson River and the fly I had tied the previous night was also pretty.
But it did not catch trout. In fact, I never got a hit until just before dark and then all hell broke loose with fish rising all around me and then the tippet snapped. Dang. And too dark to tie another fly on.
Go home, fool.
Today and tomorrow (moonwalk day), I'm going to slay 'em.
I'll use the ugly fly.