If a wasp ever laid eggs in your brain and its larvae started controlling your body (against the inner, still-conscious will of your soul) it would demonstrate that you simply take off whatever tip is on the Wulff ambush etc. on that OHS, loop on an appropriate bobbercator leader with bobber and flies or maybe not even flies, and you’ve got a decent patriot nymphing rig. Imagine looking out as your wasp-larvae-controlled self is slaying chrome on dead drifted junk, suspended under a little floaty thing. It’s a little like Being John Malkovich but worse.