My Dearest Woolly Bugger,
We have had a good ride together, but even I must evolve from time to time. From your humble beginnings in Pennsylvania (or Europe or wherever it was) to now, you have served as a great partner and companion. Today however, I am eliminating you from my munitions supply, it isn’t you so much as it is me. There is someone else, she doesn’t look all that different from you…we just communicate better. I know that is hard to believe after all these years I can say that, but I hope you understand and can find someone else. I know you think she is a fad, but I think this is more than just a young fling I have, I think it could blossom into more. I hope in the end you are happy, and a part of me hopes that I will want to come back, if you would have me…
Warmest Regards and Deepest Sympathies,
Streamer Box
New Fling
No apologies, I will forever stick with he Woolly Bugger as a staple. Think about it, the number of versions, sizes, weights, colors, and on and on. A version I think is cool is Becks’s Super Bugger, as well as a cone head Bow River Bugger. I am willing to try other streamers often, a correctly tied Clouser’s Deep Minnow is my go to smallmouth fly, but WB are always with me.
Gregg
I still love woolybuggers and don’t think I can ever give them up. They are no longer my go to flies anymore, but my backup when nothing else will work. Slumpbusters are awesome though, especially tied with squirrel.
I gotta second the slumpbuster. That fly has turned some bad days into some memorable ones. 2011 however, is Meat Whistle or die for me.
That is a funny post! Very true too. Woolly Buggers are barely a standard anymore. Fly Boxes only have so much love to give.
Still a good fly, but there is just a lot of other stuff that just looks sexy now.
By the way, I loved your post on Quigley flies, those have been my favorite dries for over a decade, the people that fish them love them, and people I show them to quickly make them a must have. I hope they don’t ever go the way of the Woolly Bugger…
Thanks…I’d like to think that Quigley’s flies won’t take that path but only time will tell.