So, I may as well just make this one funny.
Meet One Eyed Willy, the Snook Slayer. Willy was born to be a big water trout catcher. But he would meet his end in south Florida after a very successful career in fooling common snook.
Exactly what happened to One Eyed Willy's second eye is up to some speculation. Did he loose it from bouncing of a submerged log? Or when a big snooked slammed him? Or was it the doing of the hard jaws of a gar? We will never know.
But I can say without doubt that One Eyed Willy could fool snook with the best of them.
When tossed under structure like this...
... One Eyed Willy was sure to draw out a hungry line sider.
So. What was the fate of One Eyed Willy?
I'm actually not kidding, I don't know what I did with that damned fly. It was the only gamechanger that size I was carrying. I really don't know where I put it. I didn't loose it in a snag, I didn't break off any fish. It just disappeared.
Where are you, One Eyed Willy?