In the never ending quest to get a leg up on my fellow fly-fishers, not to mention those sewer trout whose IQ’s easily exceed that of the anglers chasing them, I’ve delved into a microcosm of prospective inanity. While others logically debate dubbing color, rubber leg count, and the positive and negative aspects of the use of flash, I’ve stuck my bare hands into the murky bottom of the urban South Platte River and come up with this…
I took cues from clam-master Jean-Paul Lipton, and then added two dashes of ugly and extracted any and all fly tying skills I might have accumulated in a past life. The result is indubitably clam-tastic.
MG signing off (to develop proprietary fly-fishing methodologies to go along with my clams)
Editor’s note: Got Clams? “That there is trademarked, not to be used without written permission of Ricky Bobby, Inc.”