Well, Eventually it got out that I was getting 'em on zirdles and when I asked about the fly... I said I was out of them and something else worked better anyway. I've been known to mislead and lie before so my cohorts looked at me with raised eyebrows.
Rick Weisend is a helluva fly tyer - maybe the best I've ever known - and kind of like my Bizzaro Superman. We are different and sometimes a little competitive when it comes to guiding and getting fish. So , he went ahead and tied something up that he thought was a Zirdle based on what he had heard from me and others. He tells me he's getting 'em on zirdles and I was wondering where the hell he found a zirdle as he's way to cheap to go out an buy a few flies that I said were working! Well, his zirdle looked nothing like a zirdle is supposed to look and I berated him and his half-cooked pattern invention. In fact, I refused to call it a mini-zirdle or zirdle, I told him it was a ZIC (zirdle inspired crayfish) and it was stupid too (probably). The truth is the fly worked, maybe even a little better than a real zirdle or zonker, so we opted to have them tied commercially the following year. I don't know how many we had tied, but it was enough to last us a few seasons.
|Rick wishing he had a ZIC|
The three of us engaged in various levels of thievery and deceit as we each tried to hoard the few remaining ZICS between us. There was the odd peak into the other driftboat when the other guys weren't looking. I may or may not have removed a ZIC or two from my associates' foam patch on their boats without discussing the matter. It was done to me as well. Anyway, Rick came across a stash of ZICS...gold in our minds. But, he didn't tells us this, the anglers he was fishing with told Paul and I. So, we went to breakfast the next morning (I had chicken fried veal and eggs), we offered to pay and proposed a trade once the bill was received. 4 ZICS for breakfast.
The ZIC is dead now but we'll have more next spring because few things in life pain me more than asking Rick for help.