6X Higa-ma-jibbit

It's 8:30 am on a crisp November morning. Myself and a humble Vietnam veteran named Billy walk through the front door of Davidson River Outfitters to get some supplies. This is his second time fishing for trout and his first time in a fly shop that doesn't have a "Mart" as part of it's name.Although he's in new territory he doesn't look out of place. He stops in front of a wall that has some familiar items on it and says "hey" to two men who are pondering the fly selections in front of them. As the two men discuss their fly selection and techniques, Billy quietly nods and smiles,nods and smiles. Knowing that he's probably doing the" man thing" I check out what he understood." Hey Billy, What did they say you will catch fish with" ? He looks up and to the right,as if he has the answer under the brim of his well worn ball cap. Then he replies : "a 6x higa-ma-jibbit fished dead drift in the riffles". We both laugh out loud. All of a sudden catching fish is not as important.