THE HACKLED FLY
As a youth, my fly fishing world began with the generosity of an Uncle. I mentioned while sitting at the table with a group of family and friends after a day of trout fishing, that I really wanted to try fly fishing. I was speaking in terms of the local pond that was in walking distance of our house. The next weekend, my uncle arrived with a 7 ?? Diawa fly rod, adorned with a Pflueger Medalist reel and intermediate line. The line had a metal loop inserted into it for leader attachment. My uncle bait fished, and he had been drifting worms with a fly rod since I had known him. The rod was an old backup in which he felt able to part with. It was a generosity that did not go unnoticed even to a 12yr old kid from Rural Pennsylvania.*