July 14, 2010
An old can of wwooly bugger flies saves the day — and even catch a few fish.
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I bent over the fishing vest that lay spread out in the back of the wagon.'Darn,” I whispered.I pinched the tippet on the fly-line leader between thumb and forefinger.'Well, darn,” I added and looked over my shoulder.My wife Darlene and Nora the Schnauzer