Of course yours is beautiful. I like the gold tag - good idea. A Renegade calls for that, too, but I always made a small ball of orange dubbing to hold the back hackle in place. Replaced the Whit with grizzly, too: that fly always worked.
What size is this one, Dave? Have fished them this size? Wets, I mean. Lakes? Streams? Both?
I guess I'll tie a few with the wing as you did - like the fly both ways.
A RC wet story:
A friend and I were fishing the Yellowstone at Buffalo Ford. It was late in September. The water was covered with a #24 or smaller olive mayfly adult emergence. And the cutts were eating them. (This was pre-lake trout decimation; sometime in the mid-80's.) We hooked fish up to about 20 inches. The buffalo roamed; the air was crisp; it was breezy.
I was fishing with a bamboo rod. After hooking a few fish on various imitations - and getting hundreds of refusals: look, follow, tip up - move to eat a natural - I stopped. The cutts at my feet were eating vigorously, and occasionally bumping my feet! Interesting stuff. In my let-the-mind-go-where-it-will mode: you know, taring off over the other bank. seeing the herd of grazing buffalo, rising trout, trout bumping my feet, insects galore - I thought about the old books that reported using a brace of wet flies. And frequently, one was a Coachman wet. It so happened that I had a few #10 RC Wets, tied with calf wing, brown hen and tippet tail. Looking down the current, I thought the trout down there are probably eating stuff my feet are dislodging. And then, these guys can't have developed enough that they wouldn't take a wet; a big wet.
I clipped off the #24 fly and the tippet back, tied on a length of 4X, and tied on the #10 wet. Stripped out some line, and made a roll cast down and across the current, then stripped out a little more line. Let it swing. On about the third swing, I felt the pull - long and slow, followed by a surge and a thrash.
After landing the fish, I was giggling. My friend looked at me with a smirk - we fished together a lot, and he knew something was up. I releasaed the trout, reeled in the line, and waded back toward the bank he was fishing.
"What'd it take?" he asked.
I showed him.
He waited; shook his head, and said, "Let's go home."
I was already clipping off the fly and reeling up my line as he said it. And a twelve hour drive was ahead of us.
We actually stopped in Dubois, WY for a steak, and decided to get a room for the night, too. Can't remember, but the story would be better if I dreamed of a cutt that took a swung Grey Hackle Yellow.
The moral: try a wet. Trout are stupid, anyway, and might just take one!
What'd you use for hackle?