What on God's green earth is this thing I have created? Well, after a few weeks of steelhead fishing my steelhead fly supply is getting a bit thin. Not that I've been breaking off so many steelhead, though, unfortunately. It's just a matter of time before you donate each bit of gear to a rock or something else on the bottom of the river. All but a few of my store-bought steelhead flies, by now, have met such an end.
And being new to steelhead fishing I have no idea what constitutes a steelhead fly. What I have gathered so far is that it really doesn't matter. It's sort of like a carp fly: as long as you can get the thing in front of a fish, you've got a chance regardless of what is tied on the hook. Within reason, of course. And I'm sure there will be those who argue I'm wrong and they may well be right.
So I sat down this week to tie up some random flies with whatever materials I had lying around. Here is one of the monstrosities that I produced. It's probably better that the fly is out of focus.