One fly..

I worked the morning and didn't get my first look at a fish till almost 1:30.  Since I went strait from work I some how just assumed I had all my stuff. I was able to park close and could see a school working toward the back of a shallow creek channel so I grabed my shit and was ready for them as they moved toward me at a good clip. I had a heavy crawfish fly tied on from other water and made a good cast..plop and fish gone! Ok, so they're a little touchy. Reached in for my fly box for something lighter and I had a box of dries in there! WTF Not good..Ran up to the truck and I knew I had left the box I needed on my boat. Tore the truck apart and went through half a dozen fly boxes full of Marine/Striper flies for nada.  JUst about to call it and I score a crusty black bugger in the ash tray!. A little trim here and there and I was in business. That one fly saved the day and I ended up catching a good number of fish on it. Wouldn't have been my first choice but what ya gonna do.