Syl Nemes Mother’s Day Caddis

It was a sunny morning in April when my dad pulled the car into the Shilo Inn parking lot. All the usual suspects were there in fleece vests with coffee mugs at the ready. It was the 2001 East Idaho Fly Tying Expo and my first time tying at such an event. I was 12 and nervous as hell. The expo went...

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