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September 22, 2014
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Two flies


He ejected the fly from the vice and held it in the palm of his hand for all to admire. Now, Barb is normally so self-effacing that if I happen to mention her fishing ability in front of male friends she becomes very uncomfortable. Therefore, I was stunned to hear her ask, “Mr. Schwiebert, may I have that fly?” He smiled and immediately placed the fly in her hands. She later admitted that without thinking she had blurted out her request.

Ernie’s next fly was a Henryville Special. When the fly was finished, his eyes searched for Barb in the crowd. He then passed the second fly along to her.

During the drive home, she mentioned that those two flies meant more to her than the fish she had caught.

Those two flies now sit in a prominent place in our Texas fly tying room. Sorry, they are not for sale.