The most magical present I have ever received in my life was a Christmas present given to me when aged about seven. It was a box of flies. The donor was a lovely old boy called Cyril Hopps. My parents befriended Cyril and his wife, Elsie, when we lived briefly in Sheffield in the late 1950s. The box of flies came when we had, by then, moved down to Buckinghamshire.Paul Arden wrote: ↑Tue Jun 15, 2021 2:53 pmIt’s an interesting question. I also have also thought about it! I knew people who wouldn’t smoke when tying flies… of course one shouldn’t smoke anyway, at least not nowadays!
I’ve had plenty of refusals but none that I can categorically put down to scented washing up liquid. For the record the last batch I mixed smelled of apples
I remember a couple of fishing outings on the Derbyshire Derwent with Cyril and Elsie. Cyril was a heavy smoker, in the days of full-strength, untipped cigarettes and his smoking fingers were almost orange brown. I have the vaguest recollection that he once told me that he thought the tobacco scent was actually an attractant to the fish!