I like tying flies. Except for when I have feathers flying up my nose, fingers covered with glue crust, and miscellaneous animal parts littering my desk. Which is most of the time. Sure, I get the creativity, the history, the cultural attachment. It's very cool to catch a fish on your own fly. I wish I could be John Barr, or even Dan-Bob. But I'm not. So I've decided to focus my efforts on 10 patterns, and buy the rest, because for $2 I'm more than willing to yield to the talents of the good people in Thailand or Sri Lanka.