Why I Never Hit the Water Without a Dropper Fly Box
If you've ever spent thirty minutes untangling a bird's nest of tippet while fish are rising right in front of you, you'll understand why I'm so obsessed with my dropper fly box. There is honestly nothing more frustrating than having the perfect fly in your hand but being unable to use it because your fingers are cold, the wind is blowing, and your leader is a knotted mess. I used to be the guy who tried to tie every single rig from scratch while standing waist-deep in a cold current, but those days are long gone. ...