Tying flies is very much like fishing.

I fail at both.

I tied a dozen salmonflies last night to send to some friends for an upcoming trip. Here is an example:



The collar is too big, among other flaws. I will not be surprised if these flies are spiked in the trash immediately after arrival.

The picture was also taken in my bathroom. Pretty pathetic, huh?

What. a. failure.

This doesn't make me sad.

It is nice that I dont fit the typical mold of the slightly grizzled, definately pudgy, flyfisherman and instead choose to take care of myself.

As for the rest of you flyfishermen; if I push on your tummy will you giggle like the Pillsbury dough boy?

You know who you are.

Some people invited me fishing.

They are all virtual friends, but I am afraid my awkwardness in social situations will lead to their nonacceptance in both real life and in future virtual interactions.

It is better to go my own way.

It is June, has this blog been abandoned?

I don't know.