Spoons are always in my vest, I get alot of chuckles from the younger guys when they see me chuckin em I just play stupid until they leave then go back to work hookin fish. I used to live next door to a pretty famous fly fishing writer(I wont drop his name)but he has hands in all that fly fishers do, for 6 years we were neighbors we never said word one to each other, two totally different ideas on how to catch fish....we lived on a certain river and his cabin was up stream from mine, i would watch him fly fish the drift and i gotta say he made it look so easy anyway after beatin the drift up with a chicken feather he would go back in bushes and get a much different looking fishing pole and start hucking a you know what.