A few years ago, Muz Wilson gave me some of his Emu Woolly Buggers to try. They worked, and as happens with successful flies owned by flyfishers who forget to re-order, their numbers were soon depleted. Eventually I was down to one survivor – a large green one that had caught trout from Lake Jindabyne to Woods Lake. I became careful about when I used that fly, saving it for those tough days or hours when I felt I needed something special. Such a day occurred about 12 months ago fishing with Felix at Millbrook Lakes. The weather was cold and grey, hardly a fish moved, and yet it took only half a dozen casts to hook this rainbow.
Then yesterday I visited Lake Wartook with mate Max. Things got off to a reasonable start, but by early afternoon the action had slowed. I seriously contemplated a lunch break, but instead decided to try one more spot on the eastern shore. Without too much thought, I clipped off a black midge pupa which hadn’t been touched for an hour or so, and reached into the fly box for the Emu Bugger. First cast, and the best trout I’ve ever caught at Wartook inhaled it.
So, either this particular green Emu Woolly Bugger has been infused with some secret essence Muz is working on, or it’s looking very much like a lucky fly. And now I’m faced with a dilemma. Do I push my luck (something I’m intensely wary of doing when flyfishing) and keep using it? Or do I retire this magic fly to a glass frame above my desk? Meanwhile, it’s about time I gave Muz a call to see if he has any green emu left.