UP Solitaire- Upper Tahquamenon
I’M FRANTICALLY TRYING TO RETIE. I have my fly in one hand and my curlicued leader in the other. A sharp pain on my elbow signals yet another deer fly bite. Several more are circling, landing on my hands and buzzing my hat brim, making life miserable. Sweat is running off my nose, leaking from under my hat, down my neck and face. I’m just as wet inside my waders as out, as this is one of the hottest days of summer yet. After an interminable time spent tying on this one lousy fly I’m ready. Except that while tying, swatting and sweating I’ve managed to wrap my fly line in the nearest tag alder and now this must be untangled while simultaneously waging war on the deer flies. I’ve started my own personal deer fly hatch. I hope the brookies appreciate it.
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