I gave six of them to my often-fishing partner, Cliff, who was heading up to Moosehead Lake to camp at Lily Bay for a week for salmon fishing. Fishing had been rather slow so Cliff pulled in at Lily Bay to anchor his boat and take a break. While eating his sandwich he noticed some surface activity and decided to take a few casts. He cast into the last rise form and was immediately surprised with a strike, but lost the fish and fly when he overpowered his hook-set. He tied on a second fly, which produced 12 fish in 12 casts, before the action eventually stopped. He sat there and laughed at the ugly beaten-to-death Hornberg, and retired it to his fishing hat as a reminder of the day. He told me later that he wouldn't have given me a nickel apiece for those six flies when I gave them to him, but after the action he'd seen that day, and since, he wouldn't take $10 apiece for the remaining unused four.