Besides getting deer hair in every uncovered orifice of my body, my least favorite part of spinning deer hair is getting it in my beer. There just isn’t anything worse than finishing trimming your fly and reaching for your glass, only to find an evenly distributed layer of red and chartreuse flotsam across the surface film.
These particular deer hair trimmings are coming from my snook and sabalito tarpon floaty flies. I plan on slapping these babies along abandoned docks and mangrove islands in the “back woods” of Ambergris Caye in Belize.
Once I am in Belize I wont have to worry about getting deer hair in my beer. Not because my beer will gone any quicker, but because deer hair is not making the cut for my mobile fly tying case.
By Rob Lepczyk