I remember running onto a spey fisher on the Hoh.We were camped next to each other at the oxbow.He asked me what I liked to use and I said shiny things and pink worms.He laughed at the idea of building a worm fly.Two days of hard work on his part and no fish,This guy worked hard to.I showed him how to get onto the canyon where he fished all day again.No fish but he got to watch A big time fly guide come through using what else a worm..I get back into camp with a fresh bottle of crown to find him feverishly trying to tie a worm with one vice.
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With the population ballooning out of control, there
are bound to be more and more fishermen clogging up our rivers. All of
these fishermen have one thing in common: They come to the Olympic
Peninsula seeking solitude.”
Pat Neal