Like I said, I love the worm. You know, the red ugly guy that resembles a bucket sitter's specialty. You give me a lake or pond, I will give you the worm. You give me a brawling river cloudy with run-off, I will give you the worm. You give a crystal clear spring creek, I will give you the worm.
I don't understand why such a negative vibe comes from such a versatile fly, but by just writing this, someone will be taking me off their Christmas card list.
Anybody else love the worm?