Matt Dunn finds pigs:
I reach into my pocket for a small Tupperware box containing three #2 streamer hooks with six inches of rabbit strip, a set of large dumbbell eyes, and a couple pieces of flash tied on each. I cast the monstrosity awkwardly to the head of the pool and let it sink for ten or fifteen seconds. Then I strip it back in short, violent pulses. Strip strip stop. Strip strip stop. Strip strip boom.
I’ll add that reading Matt’s short, sweet mockery of the elitists/purists is almost as much fun as hearing about the streamer fishing.