Beiträge von LenHarris

  • Flies ALWAYS in my box

    #6


    Whiskey Fly


    Hook: Wet fly, #6 or #8.
    Tail: Wild turkey marabou, about the same length as the hook, with a few strands of black Krystal Flash.
    Body: Wild turkey marabou, wrapped around the hook, or black chenille.
    Rib: Copper wire.
    Collar: Wild turkey marabou, almost as long as the hook. Tie in a clump of marabou at the base of the tail and twist around the thread to make a dubbing.
    Head: One black or copper bead.

  • Flies ALWAYS in my box

    #4


    Pink Squirrel


    Hook - #14 Mustad 9671
    Thread - 6/0 Pink or Black
    Head - 1/8" Gold Bead
    Rib - Fine Copper Wire
    Tail - Pearl Krystal Flash
    Abdomen - Fox Squirrel Body Fur mix
    Thorax - Medium Pink Chenille

  • Flies ALWAYS in my box

    #5
    Thin Mint Bugger


    Hook: Daiichi 2220 #10


    Thread: Black 6/0


    Bead: Tungsten gold bead


    Tail: Brown, olive and black marabou with Krystal Flash tied in on both sides
    Body: Pearl Peacock Angel Hair dubbed


    Hackle: Black variant saddle hackle

  • Flies ALWAYS in my box

    #3: is called a Hornberg:
    Hook: Size 6 regular.
    Body: Dyed yellow calf fibers tied to tilt at a slightly upward angle and flanked by two mallard feathers.


    Cheek: Jungle cock.


    Hackle: Grizzly and brown mixed and tied as a dry fly collar.



    Last one is a Goescth Pink Beaver.
    Hot Pink Dubbing with a strip of pink ribbon across the back.
    Size 10 hook with bead

  • The Last Time

    This simple poem is engraved
    on the back of MY father's
    tombstone:


    "Do not stand at my grave and weep,
    I am not there, I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
    I am the gentle autumn's rain.


    When you awaken in the morning's hush,
    I am the swift uplifting rush
    Of quiet birds in circled light
    I am the soft stars that shine at night.


    Do not stand on my grave and cry,
    I am not there, I did not die

  • The Last Time

    The Last Time


    Written By: Len Harris




    The phone rang about 2 weeks ago. It was a prospective client. He wanted to know ALL of my open dates for the rest of the year. He was most interested in the 30th of September. He told me the Last Day of season had a special meaning to him.


    I penciled in the 30th of September for Jim. I asked him where he had heard about my Guide Business from. He said a buddy of his recommended me to him. I tried to give him my website address so he could look at my photos on my site. Jim said: "I am old school." "I don't own a computer and don't care to."


    We had a long talk on the phone. He told me he was 79 years old and had trout fished since he was 4 years old. He got nostalgic with me and told about his father and his first time trout fishing with his dad. He told me ALL of his fishin buds had passed and the only one of his relatives that even listened to him anyomre about trout fishing was his Grand Daughter Emma.


    By the end of the conversation I felt I knew Jim quite well. He wasn't that concerned about catching big trout or a lot of trout. He just wanted to get out One Last Time before the end of the season.


    Jim told me he was not in the best of health and I should pick an easy couple places for him to fish. I told him I had many such places and it would be a learning experience for me also to watch a trout fisherman of 75 years.


    Two days later I got a call from his grand daughter. She (Emma) said her grampa was dancing around like a Spring Chicken. She had gone to visit him that morning. He was cleaning up his gear. He was talking about going trout fishing with me. Emma also told me that I should take Gramp Jim to easy areas that didn't require much walking. I reassured her that I would be careful and NOT stress Gramp Jim.


    She had looked at my website. She asked if her Grandpa had sent the deposit to me required for a half day outing. I told her that I was NOT going to charge her grandpa for the outing. She was a little puzzled. I told her that if my dad was still around he would have been 79 years old and it would be like fishing with my dad again. Her voice got a little broken and she said: " My worries are gone now."..... "You will take good care of MY Gramp Jim."


    My phone rang this morning. It was Emma. She was crying. She told me that she had to cancel the outing for her Gramp Jim. He wasn't going to make it..... He had died in his sleep last night.


    She said "I am certain he was dreaming about trout fishing, It was the only thing he had talked about for the last week."



    Photo by: Emma Stevenson
    Taken September 30th ,2001
    The Last Time Jim Stevenson went trout fishing.



    Emma scanned this photo for me.