Don’t let the soft hackle fool you—The Copper Tart is anything but gentle. With a sultry shimmer of peacock at the head and a body clad in tight metallic copper, she’s the river’s equivalent of a barstool flirt: flashy, slippery, and gone before you know what hit you.
She doesn’t imitate anything in particular—just bad decisions in general. The trout know she’s trouble. That’s why they can’t leave her alone.
Another morally bankrupt temptress from the Dirty Fly Range. Fish it with pride, or at least plausible deniability.
