Very interesting article, Jack. Thank you for sharing. This subject conjures up thoughts of all of the various flies that are designed by both master and novice, given a name to instill immortality for the designer, either by intention or by accident, only to be bastardized by fellow tiers and customers. I can imagine a seasoned fisherman, standing in mid stream, watching a neophyte trying, without success, to seduce a fat fish hiding under that overhanging tree yonder. He hails the luckless companion and hands him a fly that has been successful in bringing fish to net all morning. The new guy has no clue what the fly is, or represents, so he instills a name which he shares in his fish stories of the future. Hence, a new name is born for a old pattern. In some cases, the neophyte may dress this fly and improve on it's mystical qualities and bestow his choice of a name to it. A legend is born. I so enjoy reading about the history of our sport and the thinking of some of the pioneers of fishing with a fly rod. Sooooo, Gene, are you saying that tying, or rather, dressing of flies, is a BLACK ART? Well, I suppose there is merit to that theory. Wearing a uniform of sorts might also contribute to the illusion. In order to invoke the demons to come forth, and invest an irresistible urge for the fish to consume our offering, we should chant mystical intonations, and don bizarre articles of attire, such as vest, waders and even an odd PFD, while using the tools of our witchcraft? Sounds about right, but perhaps a knuckle of your favorite libation might assist in the illusion in the tyers' own mind.