Limited by only my imagination and my skills (our imagination and our skills) we can create wonderful flies out of ordinary objects, it for hours all winter long churning out almost exact replicas of proven patterns. Only to open our fly box on the river (any river does it matter) to find we haven't the right fly. So short of pulling out the vise right there and then and tie up the winner or just carry every fly known to man. my universe is very complicated.
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