I agree, and thus lies the issue. IT's all Uncle Nygaard's fault.

In the early twentieth century my great grandfather fly fished pike in sweden and brought that love obver here. PIke flies are wet. he stayed wet. in the forties when he had a son fishing, he had a buddy. My gramp's Uncle Nygaard. He was a dry fly fisherman. and my gramps to to dry flies because, as he put it. " I liked him better"

thus my dad learned dry, I taught myself so I am going to go after anything that takes a bite... I want fish.

My son though.. he wants to be like everyone else so here he is... nine, and won't throw on the bugger, although his dad caught a thirty-three inch pikeminnow ( endangered so I cut it loose and then remembered I had the danged camera... ) and a couple other fish. Gramps was skunked.

My son wants to see the fish slurp the fly. and be like his grand dad and gramps.. so I work with him on the casting... and always have a bugger on my shoulder waiting for him to want to fish.