Archive for June, 2008

Jonah meets the Whale »

The old “big fly, big fish” adage has been part and parcel of fly fishing lore for eons, now the same can be practiced with lure and plug fishermen.
For those rare opportunities when a foot long slab of broom handle festooned with yards of treble hooks just doesn’t cut it - GreatBigStuff.com has a [...]

Work first, play later, Mr. Wharton »

CEO Challenge is another perk for the “C-Class” executive, dabble in sporting events open only to managers of multi-million dollar companies - who’re recapturing lost youth at the expense of your investment. Now they’ve expanded venue to include the Fly Fishing World Championships, and get to hobnob with Team USA in an exotic venue.

Stren, wrapped around a pencil and aged would be my guess »

An article in Fish and Fly describes a brief encounter with a Spanish Fly Fishing tournament, but the interesting references are to the tackle used by european fly fishermen. Long rods, long leaders - far in excess of the stuff common to the US. Rod makers will be all over this as nothing is better than a trend that requires you to buy another rod.

It’s not a Kiss and Tell, more like a Curse and Tell »

Singlebarbed reader “San Mateo Joe” returns from the Upper Sacramento and McCloud with one less and rod and a tale of adversity turned victorious. We love the out-of-the-box thinking and apparently the Trout thought highly of it as well. No “Kiss and Tell” stories if every third word is a cuss word, more like a “Curse and Tell” - which is fair game in my book.

The Lost Graveyard of Carp remains inviolate »

Another outing on the Little Stinking reveals the location of the Lost Graveyard of Carp. We didn’t catch much so it technically remains lost. Lots of spawning activity and a great hike, a scenic tour of the Capay Valley, but few fish were caught.

Nope, you’d be working three jobs and resent everyone else with a smaller mortgage »

I was out the door before first light hoping to reacquaint myself with more Shad; I was laid up last week so I picked an access point at random hoping I could “slop” my way into fish…
“Slop fishing” is the time honored method of crystal ball gazing, wherein the angler takes a lottery-like chance [...]

Her sunburn matched the flame coming out of her nose, I knew it was destiny »

Romance and fly fishing don’t belong in the same sentence, as two hormonally challenged predators are incapable of a second date - or catching fish. Then again, romance may have changed in the last couple of years …

The Spinners in Spain fall mainly on the Plain »

HDTV brings the microscope to the television screen, and viewers will be able to see detail never seen before. Fly tying cinema is likely to show every misstep and tiers - like any artist - aren’t yet prepared to see their handiwork examined showcased in such detail.

Just pack it full of Hare’s Ears, Let Greed sort ‘em out »

The Bait bomb is a CBU - cluster bait unit, designed to deliver bait right to the fish before dispersal. It’s like smart munitions for fishermen - you just try to pry Junior away from your rod.

The Elements of Succession, the value of Old Guys »

Old guys are instrumental in the handing down of legacy, angling or otherwise. Mortality and wisdom overcomes shyness and they’ll share of themselves for the asking. Young bloods vying for alpha male display plumage and count coup, old guys walk down and screw all the cows.

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