Hook: Mustad 3906, 9671, or equivalent, size 12 or smaller|
Rib: Black wire, small or medium
Abdomen: Floss, color to match natural (olive, green, gray, orange, etc.)
Thorax: Dark brown dubbing
Hackle: Grouse or partridge hackle, tied per instructions
Collar: Black ostrich plume fibre
Antennae: Two wood-duck barbules
Bead: Gold tungsten or glass colored bead
My FOTM is more a generic means of using grouse and partridge hackle that is normally unused, except for beards on wet flies, laquered wing cases, or nymph legs. We all buy bags of loose grouse hackle, then frantically search for the right size. It becomes more difficult the smaller the hook size. It takes a little practice to get the hackle to rotate evenly, but the results are worth it.
Pennsylvania's Pine Creek begins near Wellsboro in North-Central PA, and courses its way southeast to its confluence with the Susquehanna west of Williamsport. On its way it picks up important tributaries like tumbling Slate Run and Cedar Creek, important fisheries in their own right. Below Waterville it is more a river than a creek, and more smallmouth-walleye fishery than trout. It is basically a put and take fishery, but big holdovers can strain a rod. One of my favorite places to stay was the long gone Gibson hotel located on its banks--a typical Pennsylvania country hotel with shared bathrooms, small bar, and wonderful food served home style by friends long gone but not forgotten. Upstream from the tiny village of Cammal, home of the Wagon Wheel Tavern, was a great stretch of water where the Brachycentrus caddis hatch in early May would eclipse the celebrated Hendrickson and Quill Gordon hatches. Two dozen fly-rodders would take their posts along this run, keeping a cast away from each other. I hiked to the head of the rip, where there were several bait fishermen, all in the process of getting skunked. By 1970 I had learned the secrets of the grouse hackle wet fly, cast across and drifted downstream during a caddis hatch. "Try your fly pole over here, buddy! They're really jumpin!" a local wag said. After hooking about a dozen and creeling a few I waded to the shore. "Man, I'm gettin' me one of them fly poles!" the local said. "Good idea, my friend, good idea!" I replied, as I headed to the Wagon Wheel to exchange lies.