That too is one of my favorites by Jim Bashline. I asked Jim around 30 years ago if he still had that empty cartridge case that the "sport" gave him. He smiled and said "yep." (He was a sometimes drinking buddy when we found ourselves attending the same fly tying symposiums, me as an organizer and he as a participant. There was the night he, Ernie Schwiebert, and I put a serious dent in the single malt supply at Seven Springs resort in Pennsylvania. Jeezuz, the stories those guys could tell. It was just the three of us left at the bar when the bartender pleaded with us to leave so he could go home. A couple Atlantic Salmon flies that Jim tied me reside in bell jars, treasured mementos of a great guy.)
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