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I’ll try to photograph one for you. There isn’t much to it: an olive marabou tail, olive floss body, lie two or three peacock herls across the back extending the length of the tail, and a palmered brown or ginger hackle to the head. It is a sparsley dressed variation of a woolly bugger.
I’ve tried to fortifiy mine some by overwrapping the floss body with thin vinly ribbing (also gives the hackle a nice place to settle in to). The original pattern is unweighted.
Chuck Robinson, former owner of the Fly Chucker in Brentwood, gave the fly its name and was the person loosely responsible for turning Middle Tennessean fly fishers on to the pattern. A client brought in a fly that he had fished out west and asked Chuck if he could tie a couple dozen for him. Chuck obliged, but the patron never returned to take posession, and Chuck, not particularly impessed with them, put them away until one day on a guide trip. From what I recall the day wasn’t going well until Chuck tied on one of the forgotten flies. When asked what it was, Chuck said, “a guacamole stick bug”– so named because of the olive floss body and because he couldn’t remember what it was actually called.
Now, I’m pretty sure that what I’ve recounted is accurate (Chuck told me the story about seven years ago), or I’ve just learned how urban legends get started. Regardless, it is a fantastic pattern as is his Eat at Chucks, a purple floss bodied soft hackle with a thin red wire rib. I’ve caught fish with the Eat at Chucks in September on the Railroad Ranch section of