World’s Greatest Pike Fly

World's Greatest Pike Fly

World’s Greatest Pike Fly

It had been a long productive day chasing brown trout for my friend Bob and I.  We were sitting in his office-library-fly tying room soothing our sore arms and reminiscing over past adventures.  I had prescribed a dose of twelve year old, single malt as pain medication.  Time passed and as we talked, I noticed part of a poster that said “World’s Greatest….” hiding behind a stack of books and papers, reached over and pulled out the poster shown above.

“There has got to be a story behind this” I said, exposing the full poster to view.

“Oh that” Bob said. “I made that up years ago for a talk I gave to the local Federation of Fly Fishers, and yes there is a story behind it and I don’t think you ever heard that one”

“Cough it up Bob” I said (noticing that time had lowered the level of medication in our glasses) “but not before I refill our glasses because this sounds like it could be thirsty work”. 

Now Bob is the type of person that enjoys telling a story.  He also has the experience to back it up.  He can take a two-line joke and stretch it into a 10-minute tale.  I have been the victim of a number of these tales and always find myself sucked into the inevitable punch line hook, line and sinker (pun intended).  He once extended a trout story out so long that I forgot where we started and had caught two fish before the  end.  I returned with a fresh beverage, got comfortable in the chair, held up the poster and he began.

“At the invitation of a friend of mine, four of us flew out of Red Wing into Canada on a week long trip to an old Hudson’s Bay trading post that he had bought.  The plane left us at this rustic lake location and we were on our own for the week.  All of us were fly fishermen so we had our gear and also had regular tackle available.  Meals in the evening were walleye that one of us could easily catch.  We spent a lot of time trying to catch northern pike on flies and, after two days things were not working out too well.  Let me tell you that, after a while, spam started to look good as a walleye alternative.  There is such a thing as too much walleye, too much spam and not enough scotch”.

Bob looked at the poster as if contemplating his next words while I anticipated the continuation of the story.

“Before we left I had tied up a Mickey Finn type fly on a Mustad 7970 size 1 hook.  It’s a really heavy hook and I used natural bucktail and flashabou.  If you look at the display you can see where I started and how the fly changed as I fished it.”

I must interrupt here and point out that Bob is a very good fly tier.  His flies are an example of the through study of a pattern.  This study is then translated into an end product reflecting a simplicity and economy of tying skills that I wish I could match.  He may never have tried to win awards for his tying ability but his customers and the trout both seemed to really go for it.  (In the photo above, the original is top left and the variations and damaged flies are described)  The story continued.

“The third day I started to use the fly and I was catching fish.  I used a stout leader but eventually had to start using commercial wire tippets and then began using home made tippets 3” long since they seemed to work better.  Now by this point I had to explain my unfair advantage and how I was able to catch northerns when others could not.  It was suggested that I might share my flies in the spirit of fellowship and continuing walleye dinners.  I only had a few of them and I did share.  With limited tying materials available we tried to duplicate the effective fly but they did not work as well and, eventually, all the originals were lost or chewed up so bad that the catch rate dropped.”

“Bob” I said, “ how come your version of the fly was effective and similar flies were not”.

He swirled his scotch in his glass, contemplating the amber liquid or maybe looking for inspiration and then continued.

“I think it was a couple of things.  The yellow and red bucktail was apparently a good color with a bit of the flashabou. I don’t know if it was shape or what.  Secondly the 7970 hook is a heavy hook and the fly sank like a rock.  I let the other guys cast anyway they wished but the key thing– which caught about 80% of the fish– was to cast the fly on a slack line and let it sink down to about 8 feet with no retrieve or manipulation.  The pike would do the rest.  It’s not that I was any kind of genius or anything (well maybe I was) but it was fun solving a problem and looking good in front of the other guys.  However I might add that I haven’t been asked back on that trip since then.  I don’t know what that means………”

I stared at the poster for a minute and said.

“I think that the poster above explains things well and the fishing method was the real key to success.  Looks like that time you had the unfair advantage, a real unfair advantage.”

Here is the formula for the standard Mickey Finn:

Hook  long shank( the pike fly has a larger # 1 size  heavy hook)

Thread:  black

Body:  flat silver tinsel

Rib:  oval silver rib over tinsel            F

Wing:  3 parts yellow bucktail divided by a bunch of red bucktail. (A little flashabou can be used and seems to help.)


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