This is a flat 100% eat every time. LOD iteration with the chenille and hackle swapped out for a skinny little strip of palmered tanned squirrel hide. The top of the squirrel pushed down by the peacock wingcase. The deal secured by a wrap of medium wire. The wire providing the segmentation that gives this thing a tangent of a look of a house centipede or a hex bug or something crunchy and soft at the same time.
Back in June the scene was this: John Montana and I, walking up a flat with the sun taking a serious fall at our backs. Carp were in front of us like big hooded lanterns there, facing away with asses tilted upward maybe 30-45 degrees... it was like we'd arranged the set up. Waving wands and progressing through the gameboard, dealing flies to these monk fish who didn't hesitate even once. The only thing that limited us was the ruckus caused by each hook up. Worked our way through that with deadly precision there as the grayness came on. Nice sandy bottom for wading. And of the millions of people in the world... we were the only two walking in Lake Michigan that night; the only two seeing those fish and connecting with them. I always find that hard to believe: that something so sweet is so overlooked. But in the end that works out well. The point of that recollection is that I used one fly that evening: Legion of Doom. It is your destiny, fellow swappers.
*Pictures taken before head cement applied; that loose-looking thread will be shored up nicely.