Not a perfect skwala, but close enough

Not a perfect skwala, but close enough

When I had my fly shop I saw a lot of fly patterns come and go. I remember the day one of my ambitious young guides, Justin Baker, walked in with a new skwala pattern. He held it out to me. “Show this to Hill,” Justin said, barely concealing the beginning of an impish grin. I saw what he meant. The fly was pregnant with wraps here and strands there of every hot new material on the day’s market, so...