ok i got up early , looked for my glasses 10 minutes later i find them ....exactly where i left them , i make coffee ,slowest machine in the world , i set down at the bench ,good time to tie a few simple old flies ,with nostalgic feelings running threw my body i decide on my first fly ,the famous wolly worm ,i'm rather organized when tying and got out what i needed .....wow i still have this old olive thread what a great time to use it.i did not realize it was possessed by a anti fly fishing demon ,first i can't get it the thread the bobbin then the bobbin was to tight no matter how i adjusted it ,it's ok it's the simplest pattern to tie . i couldn't get it to catch the hackel nor the chenille.....at this point i'm frustrated and my vocabulary is unfit for women ,children and most truck drivers .ok i have the chenille wound up the hook shank the hackel is looking good time to tie off ....the blanky blank thread breaks the hackel and chenille unwind...i test the thread it's dry rotted and now it's in the trash can, i'm sitting here drinking my coffee and thinking i have enough flies for today we'll tie later .....
