"At some point, an errant cast hung the fly in the bushes and Danny politely pulled over to let me retrieve it.
As I was unwinding my tippet from a particularly nasty thorn bush, I noticed a few real mud daubers flitting around and it all started to make sense.
I must now credit Danny with coming up with what may be my very favorite fly name ever on that trip as he christened the fly the Jeffrey Dauber.
Yep. Jeffrey. Dauber. Just smile and nod. Don’t ruin it."
- Signature Tyer Charlie Craven
