Some were on cards with hastily written notes, never intended for eyes other than his own.
To make matters worse, this particular card is water damaged. Oh well.
Evidently there once had been a second fly on the card, a hare's ear on olive silk.
I have added a hi-res scan of the fly on the card, followed by two much coarser flies by myself, inspired, obviously, by Dad's.
I need to find wire that is a little finer than what I've been using.
This tinsel is not right, but I like working with it.
My grizzly hen hackles were taken out of his stash that is now probably 50 years old.
I had a new grizzly hen neck, but my dog ate the whole thing.
Lance



