So I tied up a nymph with a fuzzy, red dubbed body and a dark wing case that stretched the length of the fly and formed a tail at the end (a mottled turkey feather like you'd use on a hare's ear). I took it out to a nearby river and fished it low and slow. Within an hour I had caught a couple of pickerel and several panfish.

Then I woke up.

I've been stir crazy before, but the shack nasties were never this bad before I picked up fly fishing last year. Now I'm friggin' dreaming about this crap?

Oh well, at least I clearly remember the nymph I was fishing. I'll try to tie it up later today and see if I can coax my current camera into taking an acceptable photo of it. Maybe it will turn out to be the Greatest Fly The World Has Ever Known.

I better get some payoff, because before long I'll be out on the ice with a hair dryer and a very long extension cord.