When I first started to tie flies I went to a local fly shop to buy materials. The hottest new fly was a soft hackle developed by the local fly shop owner. After arriving at the shop I browsed through all the feathers, threads, tails and various synthetic materials. Not knowing what to buy or what to tie I asked the owner if he could help. We discussed several patterns and more options; finally I decided to tie that hot new soft hackle. I went out the door that day with a small bag and a lighter wallet, but I couldn’t wait to get home and tie my first real soft hackle. I spread the hackle, thread and the hooks on the desk, poured a glass of red wine and started my first try at that soft hackle. Throughout the next hour I managed to destroy several hackles and a hook or two. The hackles and the wine, plus my rookie tying status just weren’t working when it came to that pattern. The hackle was my biggest problem and needed to be replaced with something easier on my large fingers. There was a squirrel’s tail lying out and I clipped a stack of fur from the middle of the tail tail. The squirrel wasn’t going to need it anyway. The fur from that tail was neatly stacked on top of the body of the new soft hackle/streamer. For good measure I tied up three more that appeared somewhat the same. With that glass of wine finished I went to bed. The next day I was standing knee deep in the Elk River in Middle Tennessee with three friends. The TWRA had stocked the river with fresh browns that week and those browns were on the rise everywhere we looked. I tied on that new fly and started picking up brown trout. My friends were catching fish too, but it seemed to be my day to catch fish on my new fly. Before the day was over a couple friends also had those flies and the flies produced fish for them as well. The fly still needed a name and this was just the right group to help with the name. We discussed several name options as we ate our celebratory Snickers Bars. It was decided the soft hackle/streamer had to be a brown trout fly and the way the browns were busting it all day we needed to name it the Bust-a-Brown. So, the name Bust-a-Brown was born that day on the ride home.
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