Tales and Trails: Fly-tying for the aged

Several years ago, an old man, who I really didn't know, died and his wife gave me a grocery bag full of his fly-tying material.

And for a long time, it sat untouched in the corner of my office.

Over the years I've tied a few miserable-looking flies, but eventually my hobby quietly disappeared into a basement corner. Fly-fishing took the next bus out of town.

Then, last week I stumbled across a ch...