This one came to be when I found the package of Rusty Orange and the Green Highlander together in my dubbing box. I think the wrapping of the vinyl rib slowly opening up to reveal the rusty orange can work, together with the seals fur for a bit of life in the water.
I like the jungle cock eyes that should make this a real eye-catcher for the trout, it is also very easy to tie up and should work in different color combinations. This is one to test out in the river when it opens for fishing again.
Hook: Dai-Riki 899 #6
Thread: UNI 6/0 Black
Tag: UNI-French Oval Md Silver
Tail: White & Red Goose Shoulder
Body: Red Floss
Rib: Black Floss, UNI-French Oval Md Silver
Wing: White & Red Goose Shoulder
Sides: Jungle Cock
Throat: Hen, Black
Head: Ostrich Herl
I got a small patch of Jungle Cock as a present the other day and I have had some plans to start tying classic salmon flies this winter, so I’m starting with very simple versions to learn the layering and marrying of wings and building up materials.
This one ended up not too bad, I had some problems with tying in the married wings and the throat should have been tied in under the ostrich herl. I also feel that the wing is a bit too long ( and the tip of the wing just didn’t marry very well )
As you can see from the top-down picture: the jungle cock almost aligns and the wings looks decent for now.
Another friday after work and I headed out the Oslo fjord to a spot I have had for myself many times (and where I landed my first seatrout last week). You can tell that I have gone from dryfly to salt focus the last month here as the season have shifted, and these short trips where you don’t have to hike for hours to get to the really good places is a good thing to have since the sun sets earlier and earlier these days.
I had one seatrout follow all the way in to the tip of my rod (I physically didn’t have more tippet to pull – it was that close) before it turned and slowly found its way out into the dark, and another heavy *thug* on a white rabbit zonker that at least proved that the area have fish.
After a couple of hours with nothing to show for it was the sunset that kept me there for the last hour – clear blue sky, no wind to talk of and a sun that slowly shifted the colors of the sky. For me fishing is (almost) as much about these moments as the fishing (ok; fishing is *slightly* more important….).