Hold on to your butts, here comes The Reservator.

So there I was, standing in the fly tying aisle at the local shop with my brain starting to ooze out of my ears.

Yellows, blues, reds, browns, and enough shiney things drive a murder of crows to insanity.

The walls begin to close in on me. I am choking on marabou and frantically pulling krystal flash out every orifice. I feel the end is near. I begin give in, give up, let myself go.

On the edge of consciousness I have a vision. It is a fly. A flashy bugger and I know what must be done.

To be used in a tournament at Reservation Lake in the White Mountains in May:

The Reservator

The Reservator Nymph

The Rainbow Reservator Nymph

The Clown Reservator Nymph

Get Some!

-Alex