Why I always carry a black woolly bugger
I've lost count of how many times a black woolly bugger has saved my day on the water when nothing else seemed to be working. It's the kind of fly that doesn't look like much in the bin—just a fuzzy, dark mess of feathers and chenille—but once it hits the water, it transforms into something irresistible. Whether I'm hitting a high-mountain lake or a murky local creek, this is usually the first thing I tie on. It's not flashy, it's not trendy, and it's certainly not a "match the hatch" masterpiece, but it flat-out catches fish. ...