Sometimes a really good idea isn’t. A two way radio and conversational tones can carry at least a half mile, there’s no reason to assist others in thinking you an idiot, but when you clean out the family skeletons, and swear like a sumbitch, you’re a cretin. It was a hell of a good idea though, right before you walked out of the house with no clothes on.

Kelvin showed me his wiggletail system, employing an intermediate sink fly line coupled with Wiggletail nymphs and leechs. He outfished the rest of us traditional types handily, and it may be trolling but for those midafternoon hours it continued to produce fish when other anglers left for lunch.

Big Brown trout was my dessert after a mighty long absense. Manzanita fishing proved hospitable and lots of freshly spawned and hungry fish aided our efforts for a memorable and smoky outing. Dawn till dark fishing, with three hatches per day and plenty of roaming fish kept us all engaged – despite hunger and thirst.

We survived the heat, smoke, and bad culinary choices with flying colors – I’m not sure what we left in our wake but the lake is still there. Why someone brought Conga drums to a campground is beyond me – but compared to our snoring, was spanked savagely.

This describes the bulk of my outings, a random find on the Internet so I’m not sure which cartoon artist to give credit. Back shortly. del.icio.us Tags: gone fishing, primitive force of nature, unknown artist

Tomorrow I’ll vacate the brown water in preference of a heady “blueline” trout experience. The timing is right as the Trout Underground has abandoned its readership traditional stomping grounds to pursue high-dollar, high cholesterol, exotic locales – complete with liveried butlers, cooks, and guides-in-waiting. That gives me an opportunity to assist all them unloved Northern California [...]

Somewhere between 20 and 50 our appetite for spike camping died, filet mignon superseded beef jerky, and Calistoga was more important than the Conestoga. It used to be pine sap and wood smoke was the after shave of choice, now once them bones start to ache – it may be a lost vestige of youth.

It’s both surprising and predictable, a statistical glimpse of the evolution of fishing and outdoor tradition - after a couple of decades of Ronald McDonald, over protective parents, and absent the sterile blessing of Saranwrap. Pennsylvania Fish and Boat commission released a trout angling survey last week that has an uncommon tilt; of those surveyed only [...]

Knapek, Grip, and Dohiku are all marketing hooks stemming from european angling competition. The US has never embraced fly competition fully as it interferes with our beer drinking. Could be some changes coming as many mainstream vendors have little product in this space – and the small upstart companies are likely to fill the gap.

I’m tieing some of Sister Corley’s Carp flies and found out the Mallard color of Boa yarn is no longer made. That virtually guarantees the fly works, either that or I’ve got a lifetime supply of algae colored frill for use in making loinclothes, or a paintball ghillies suit.