When I am tying I'm not really at my desk in my den. My mind is out on the water and I am casting the fly I am working on. The sun is shining, my casts are textbook perfect, the water is all mine, and the fish just love my fly.
That being said, after 50+ years of tying my finished flies still look like something the cat hacked up on the carpet.
That being said, after 50+ years of tying my finished flies still look like something the cat hacked up on the carpet.