I believe I have also mentioned that I recognize that to flyfish effectively, I need to embrace my inner insect lover. I'm working on this...I really am. But this just isn't coming naturally.
To that end, the last 2 weeks have brought me in contact with some extremes in the bug world that I thought I would share. While not all of them are bugs that would be specific to flyfishing, all of them represent steps in my entomological journey.
First of all, on my recent trip to the homeland, I drove through one of those epic caddis hatches on the Mississippi river. When that kind of bug action is going on...a fella sure does wish he was fishing and not driving...
Almost as soon as we hit home, G and I jumped on the internet to figure this one out. Here is what we have in our box:
|A bug with "hands"??? That shit ain't right...|
|Mole cricket. An invasive pest.|
|Centipede? Or Millipede? Does it really even matter? To me, no. To the bug, I bet it does matter.|