Okay, the name is strange.  I agree, but I can't change it.  The fly was designed and named by my son who was seven at the time.  As I was tying up some soft hackles and hot butt nymphs for a anticipated Hendrickson hatch my local trout stream, he sat down beside me and wanted to try his hand at fly tying.  Away went the drab olives and browns and out came the flashy steelhead dubbing.  Bright yellows, greens, purples and blues.  When we were done it looked like kaleidoscope broke open on the tying desk. Out of that colorful mess one fly stood out.  I tucked it into one of my panfish fly boxes and forgot about it.

The next spring while out on a local farm pond, I rediscovered the pattern tucked away in a box of experimental patterns.  I grinned as I tied the fly to the leader, recalling that winter afternoon watching my son whipping up some of the most outrageous looking flies I ever laid eyes on.  On it's maiden voyage it connected with a fish, then another and another.  After a half a dozen crappie in just about as many casts I clipped the fly off and tucked it back into the fly box.  I did not want to risk losing it before getting the chance to replicate it.

My son is thirteen years old now, so that means I have been fishing this pattern for nearly 7 years  It works as good today as it did on the first spring afternoon when I found it tucked into the corner of my fly box.