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Welcome to 'just old flies,' a section of methods and flies that used-to-be. These flies were tied with the only materials available. Long before the advent of 'modern' tying materials, they were created and improved upon at a far slower pace than todays modern counterparts; limited by materials available and the tiers imagination.

Once long gone, there existed a 'fraternity' of anglers who felt an obligation to use only the 'standard' patterns of the day. We hope to bring a bit of nostalgia to these pages and to you. And sometimes what you find here will not always be about fishing. Perhaps you will enjoy them. Perhaps you will fish the flies. Perhaps . .

Part Seventy-four

Right and Wrong

By Old Rupe

Rupe and trout in South Dakota
Every day we are faced with decisions. There are some streams where it's just not the thing to do to keep fish, and there are others that cry for a harvest. I remember fishing in S.D. with Al Campbell on a stream where we 'shouldn't' keep fish and on another when my wife was permitted to harvest the limit. It's a judgement call and shouldn't be made lightly. If we are to be the keepers of our resource, and who else is better qualified and cares more, then we can't just be dummies. We have to approach our obligations with the required intestinal fortitude to carry through. We have to be the keeper of the resource. Even when it means not taking the 'legal' limit.

In Europe they had river keepers whose families guarded a river for decades. In some places they still exist. We don't have that here. It's just you and me. We not only have to make the correct personal decision but we have to guide those who don't understand the game toward the right choices. We have to be river keepers in our own land. We won't be paid but the river will flourish or fail due to our efforts or the lack of such. We have to put in place an ethos that will survive us. Who wants the resource to die with him? I think we all have a desire deep down to do something to perpetuate that which we loved.

The right decision can be painful, and usually is, but once it falls into place all can see the wisdom employed.

We are the best trout managers on the planet and we failed to take on the commitment. Shame on us.

I'm a pharmacist, and last week I ask my mother's opinion on an ethical question about a particularly bad doctor who practiced next to my pharmacy. I was debating whether to fill a prescription from that doctor or not.

My mother asked me, "Are the prescriptions right?"

I said, "No."

She said, "Then I guess I didn't understand the question."

Shame on me. Maybe we should all listen to our mothers more.

P.S. In the final analysis right is right and wrong is wrong. Even my 96 year old mother understands that. Why is she so smart? Do the right thing for your river. Old Rupe

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