I fished a small stream in the Dry River Valley of New Hampshire over the weekend. A brookie in every plunge pool. More on that tomorrow (or maybe the next day). I fished with no more than five feet of fly line out tip top guide. When I pulled some more line off the reel to secure the fly for a brief walk upstream the fly line snapped in two. Ten feet of weight forward fly line gathered at my feet.
I still wear my Orvis Henry's Fork boots with felts soles when I fish the didymo infested Farmington. They're lightweight and seem grippier than the rubber/steel soles will ever be. And they never bit my fly line.