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cdc and ostrich emerger.

Ostrich herl in between the woven knots and a cdc loop wing.

Made a few cdc fibers for legs as an extra illusion of movement.

 

Terje!

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You are as inventive as you are prolific! I have yet to see one of your patterns that wasn't well-proportioned and effective-looking. I hope you are able to fish them all. I look forward to ordering your first published work on fly patterns and their design. Best regards,

 

 

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Thanks a lot guys :D

 

rockworm:

Thanks for those kind words, but a book on dry fly patterns is something i would`nt dare to write. My self confidence is not ready

for that :D

 

Terje!

 

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Terge,

 

I echo the thoughts that you have submitted only beautiful, well proportioned flies. I always look forward to seeing anything that you've submitted. Thanks for sharing.

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Thanks a lot guys :D

 

rockworm:

Thanks for those kind words, but a book on dry fly patterns is something i would`nt dare to write. My self confidence is not ready

for that :D

 

Terje!

 

Your tying ability sure is ready...once again I'll be at teh bench tonight tying another one of your patterns. Keep it up. You keep me motivated for new flies.

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cdc and ostrich emerger.

Ostrich herl in between the woven knots and a cdc loop wing.

Made a few cdc fibers for legs as an extra illusion of movement.

 

Terje!

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Love the pattern well tied

 

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How does this relate to fly fishing. The whole thing is spam for the gold gamers. Get it off of here.

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Terje: Once again, your flies are very pleasing to look at. I always look forward to seeing more of them. Rodd Gunn

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Terje: Once again, your flies are very pleasing to look at. I always look forward to seeing more of them. Rodd Gunn

 

Hi Rodd!

Thanks a lot for your kind and warm comment on my flies. I really appreciate it a lot :)

 

Terje!

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