The mosaic extends beyond this said room and can be found in the bathroom with trout wall border and Larry Horton's wonderful wood carving. In the bedroom we will find an antique bamboo along with an antique collection of someones interpretations of the classic flies.
In the kitchen there are placards addressing the parallel between fly fishing and good food and beyond these walls there is even more needful things still in storage at the old west town Sipokni West.
Hopefully, this collection will only grow.
Fly tying stuff displayed on spinner racks... three spinner racks to be exact.
Disorganization is what keeps my mind active and me sane.
There are twenty-seven fly fishing caps in the "room" and I don't wear caps. Hmmm?
A guy at work was going to throw this mounting away until I intervened. What a waste that would've been.
Stuff, stuff, stuff. Everyone has an Altoid tin or two.
An Eagle Claw fly-fishing vest and I have no idea of where it came from.
I have to get that float tube down from the ceiling and give it a work-out this spring and summer.
Free space is becoming a rarity in the "room" these days.
Why I kept the carton the calendar came in is beyond even me.
Old desks, old reels, do-dads.