Prospector
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Due to spending more time in the house during this time of isolation, I've begun to attack things that I never have time for when I'm running to here, there and everywhere. Today I decided to empty my 20 odd containers of fly tying materials and reorganize and consolidate. It's amazing how many cards of chenille one man can accumulate. For the record I have 83 of varying colors.
But what I found most interesting was the reminder of fly tying suppliers of days gone by. At this point, just names on cards of yarn or chenille that mean very little to some but a lot to others. Memories of the shops we drove hours to get to and the great people that we interacted with who shared our passion when fly fishing wasn't mainstream.
I thought I would share a photo, hoping it will also trigger some good memories for those of you that have been at this for some time.
But what I found most interesting was the reminder of fly tying suppliers of days gone by. At this point, just names on cards of yarn or chenille that mean very little to some but a lot to others. Memories of the shops we drove hours to get to and the great people that we interacted with who shared our passion when fly fishing wasn't mainstream.
I thought I would share a photo, hoping it will also trigger some good memories for those of you that have been at this for some time.