Jack,
One day a long, long time ago, I was fishing with my brother inlaw on the Clackamas river. It was a nice day and the best part was that I was catching fish after fish, on my fly. My brother inlaw was a beginner flyfisher, so I didn't become suspicious, when he had quite a few rises, but no hook ups. I guess that I was secretly wishing that I was far superior of a flyfisher and that was the reason I was catching all the fish. My ego was slightly deflated, when I walked over to him, examined his fly and saw that the point of his hook was broken off! LOL
Doug