OleFlytyer
@oleflytyer.bsky.social
Celtics fan for 70+. Johnny Most & Tommy were right. The other team has knives & axes.
I can’t fish now, so I tie flies for Project Healing Waters, a program of Wounded Warriors. Fly fishing heals. Tying heals me from not fishing. Be kind & help others.
I can’t fish now, so I tie flies for Project Healing Waters, a program of Wounded Warriors. Fly fishing heals. Tying heals me from not fishing. Be kind & help others.
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Absolutely...
Many wildlife experiences I've witnessed while fishing.
The best, probably.. I was on a small loch, tubing. A peregrine chased a pigeon across the loch. The pigeon crashed into a hole in rocks. The peregrine was looking In for it.
I went, netted the pigeon and took it to the forest😁
Many wildlife experiences I've witnessed while fishing.
The best, probably.. I was on a small loch, tubing. A peregrine chased a pigeon across the loch. The pigeon crashed into a hole in rocks. The peregrine was looking In for it.
I went, netted the pigeon and took it to the forest😁
November 22, 2025 at 5:54 PM
Absolutely...
Many wildlife experiences I've witnessed while fishing.
The best, probably.. I was on a small loch, tubing. A peregrine chased a pigeon across the loch. The pigeon crashed into a hole in rocks. The peregrine was looking In for it.
I went, netted the pigeon and took it to the forest😁
Many wildlife experiences I've witnessed while fishing.
The best, probably.. I was on a small loch, tubing. A peregrine chased a pigeon across the loch. The pigeon crashed into a hole in rocks. The peregrine was looking In for it.
I went, netted the pigeon and took it to the forest😁
The ball looks like it’s part of her. She may only let it go when she wants to eat. ;-)
November 22, 2025 at 6:17 PM
The ball looks like it’s part of her. She may only let it go when she wants to eat. ;-)
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Like many fly fisherman in western Montana, where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening.
Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of
Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of
November 22, 2025 at 1:32 PM
Like many fly fisherman in western Montana, where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening.
Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of
Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of