The Chubby, back at home in Twin Bridges.
Every fly tier can recognize their own work, and the above fly belongs to me. It came out of a fish's throat on a river that does not receive a significant amount of pressure, and ended up in a shop in Bozeman that my friend Greg frequents. The shop knew that Greg fishes this same river some, and assumed that it might be one of his flies. Upon seeing the fly he knew whose it was, and returned it to me. I probably should have fished that fly again, clearly it has some major karma.