Monthly Archives: January 2010

Dame Berners is safe, but damn little else is

UK scientists have unearthed a startling new trove of prehistoric angling gear, containing evidence that fly fishing may have developed in prehistoric times

UK and Chinese scientists are suggesting that the Confuciusornis fossil discovered in China, may have been a dinosaur with a Mohawk of ginger colored feathers running down its spine.

… as this is the first evidence of a feathered animal small enough for Man to run around and beat to death, it’s thought the ginger hackles may have been used to craft fishing lures and flies.

As early Man wasn’t able to trod the river with impunity – everything in and out of the water being two or three times his size, possessing foot long teeth, and faster; these early “flies” may have been part of a rod-snare mechanism versus the “park ass on a rock and wait for the rod tip to move” style of angling practiced today.

Wood fragments found in a nearby cave suggest a tapered tree branch with both ends sharpened. This would allow the snare to be cast into the water, the rod stobbed into the mud nearby, with our prehistoric angler zig-zagging frantically – avoiding ravenous meat eaters while his prehistoric angling buddies shouted encouragement from the safety of a nearby cave.

… damn little has changed.

Ginger Cat's Kill

As our lust for science is well documented, I was asked to view the scraps of sinew and fossilized angling debris to assist in shedding light on these rare artifacts…

… and while puzzled by the “saber-toothed” imitation,  scientists reassured me that prehistoric Mayflies ate people with great gusto – and the rendition was anatomically correct.

Fossilized Confuciusornis Cape DNA testing proves the fur used was one of the many predatory cats that roamed the area, perhaps a lucky kill considering the flint spear points and unsophisticated hunting gear consistent with that era.

I called it a “Ginger Cat’s Kill” – due to the indiscriminant use of Confuciusornis hackle – and mentioned that the faint scratches surrounding the fossil had meaning…

Naturally we’ll have to rewrite a few passages involving the Etruscans and Rome … Dame Juliana Berners is safe – but damn little else will be.

Tags:  Confuciusornis, ginger hackled dinosaur, Cat’s Kill dry, fly fishing history, dame juliana berners, fossilized feathers, fishing snare, DNA testing, Whiting farms

The Dyna-King cement reservoir, it’s either that or enduring a bikini wax

It’s unfamiliar ground for a fellow that shops with coupons, but after suffering another glue-based indignity, it was time to plow some dollars into the problem.

Head cement. Thinned to penetrate, odiferous, and requiring equally caustic thinners to remove  from things it wasn’t meant to glue …

… because eventually you’ll get cocky. Coaxing a feather to remain in a certain position, you uncork the cement to lay in a generous dollop, using the tingle of “spider-sense” to replace the stopper.

It’s not so bad when the entire bottle empties into your crotch. It’s mostly room temperature and your careful thinning is rewarded by an even saturation of the pants enroute to a better bond with those sensitive areas below.

No sudden chill or shock to the system, no nerve ending screaming in torture – all that comes later when you’re attempting to separate undergarments from everything nearby …

… all of which are hairy and sensitive.

It’s job induced peril. If you tie this will happen. You will regret it.

Dynaking Cement After the top two layers of skin return, I’ll be in a better mood – in the meantime I’ll marvel at my gleaming technological cement reservoir (and the hole it left in my pocketbook) – and consider its purchase cheap.

It’s a Dyna-King cement reservoir, and has lifetime written all over it.

Milled from a single block of Aluminum it’s weighty enough to avoid tipping over, holds about half a bottle of cement, and has an “O-ring” seal on the bodkin to prevent leaks or air penetration.

The cost is $39.95, which is steep – but after I bench tested the shape with my hammy hands, I’m positive that I won’t be able to tip the cement jug with a careless or hurried move.

The reservoir ready for filling

The picture at right shows the reservoir ready for filling. Grease has been applied to the thread to prevent cement from penetrating into the threads and sealing the unit.

They suggest periodically replenishing the barrier with petroleum jelly or light grease.

The below picture describes its intended use. The loaded bodkin is pulled from the top assembly and returned for refill or until its next use.

The O-ring provides the tension for removal and replacement and ensures an airtight seal when the bodkin is in place.

Bodkin removed for application of cement

This is one of those niggling long term issues that’s not enough of a problem to warrant an immediate fix, and just enough of a disaster that you curse yourself for not addressing sooner.

I’ve used a variety of hollowed out wooden blocks that were eventually pressed into a multi purpose role. Great for drying flies – but to avoid clippings raining down onto fresh cement, the tendency was to move the block further away.

Guaranteeing you’ll slurp cement on the desk surface as the loaded bodkin traveled between reservoir and fly.

Getting the container too close meant banging it while spiraling a long segment of chenille or hackle – which was just as bad.

The Dyna-King cement reservoir is about 3/8” shorter than the glass bottle flavor, and quite a bit heavier than wood. It may survive close to the vise base without discharging the contents accidentally. The tension on the O-ring is sufficient to hold the bodkin firmly in place when upended, and you can knock over the entire assembly with bodkin in place without a spill.

… which may buy me enough time to regrow some hair, and allow the swelling from the mixture of toluene and pumice to subside a bit.

Full Disclosure:  I paid full retail for the device.

Tags: Dyna-King cement reservoir, toluene, head cement, lacquer, bodkin, fly tying misery, The Fly Shop, fly tying tools

Little Green fish with antennae is too trite

They even come in a boxThe evidence has always been there – but most of us lack the proper venue to espouse sinister conspiracy theories. I’ve been lax on this front for many months, but even the halls of respectable Science are suggesting we may have visitors …

Ask yourself, why is it the Asian Carp turned North when released from that Arkansas bass pond … Wouldn’t a dumb siphon-eater have found it easier to swim with the current towards the Gulf?

… and that laughter you hear when fishing, you’ve shrugged it off as a vagrancy of the wind, some solitary echo off a canyon wall, or some minor reverb in the tinkle of the stream?

Others have heard it, and a brave few have even committed the “laughing brook” to hardcopy, although never giving a plausible explanation why …

Scientist Paul Davies thinks we’re plagued by aliens, and after considerable thought – I’m inclined to agree.

The Asian Carp can now be easily explained, and made the more sinister – they saw the Great Lakes from Space.

Go ahead and laugh, Monkey-Boy, how else could mere Jellyfish sink 10 tons of Japanese trawler?

Anglers have described fish as smart for centuries, yet science claims there is so little intelligence they can’t feel pain – it being tied to higher thought processes that fish lack – like fear, greed, and world domination.

Until now.

Scramble down the bank, inching forward behind the cover of vegetation, and the moment the rod shows your quarry bolts out of sight. Coincidence, or is he under that impenetrable thicket of logjam doing “high fins” with his sentient cousins …

“Dude, you sucked Fatty in again – all the way down the bank, and he tore his external diaphanous envirosuit on the tree branch, and didn’t even notice.”

Summon the Ospreyship for transport upstream, if he starts me off with an emerger, I’m taking his ass Downtown …”

Alien microbes in the water supply, coupled with a nutrient rich bath of female hormones, muscle relaxers, and nitrogenous farm waste – capable of taking over the unwitting host on a whim.

How else to explain Congress, Jerry Springer, or a $9,700 fly reel?

Tags: alien microbes, Japanese trawler sunk by jellyfish, Osprey, Asian Carp, fly fishing humor, laughing brook,

So thick you could walk across their backs

Sake sushi After a two year ban on commercial fishing the result is another large drop in the fall Chinook run. 2008 was the record low for returning fish, and it appears that 2009 will be lower still.

More troubling is what few fish returning are mostly hatchery fish and it appears the wild Chinook of Oregon and California will be the latest addition to the endangered species list.

… which will bring out the celebrities and Hare Krishna’s – who’ll alternate attempts to self immolate …

You can count on a third year of fishing restrictions, that proclomation is only a formality.

I call it “last fish conservation” – where everyone eats everything until there’s only a single desiccated specimen left, then we make hideous noises and point at each other with great animosity.

The really fun part will be how this plays out with the Paramount Farms – Dianne Feinstein review of the “sloppy science” that suggests the Delta is in trouble. It won’t be some unknown baitfish causing the pumps to grind silent …

… now it’ll be Sushi.

The voting public has always grappled with some small inedible member of the food chain causing civic disturbance but once they realize there won’t be any more sake (salmon sushi), all those minor celebs from Malibu and Beverly Hills will be armed with torchs, swords, and iced lattes.

… and the next Governor will watch his predecessor’s Water Pact unravel while the studio execs and Silver Screen nobility make small talk about eating everything in Maine, or Alaska.

We’ll take some serious lumps in the press, it is our karma.

Tags: California Chinook salmon decline, sushi, Paramount Farms, Stuart Resnick, hatchery salmon, sake, shake, Dianne Feinstein, Hare Krishna,

Like a Royal Coachman only with a yellow body …

Some aspiring beginner announces on a forum that he’s invented a new fly, asking for comments on the quality of construction and the style used.

… which brings the Wrath of The Horribly Offended onto his narrow shoulders. The first half dozen comments point out someone else’s fly his resembles, albeit minus the red tail, and then all original thought is ignored as various fanbois attribute the tie to their respective Sensei.

In the meantime the next great fly tier backpedals back into anonymity swearing never to show his work again.

Ours isn’t the only sport where the word “invention” is four letters. Perhaps variation or derivation is more appropriate – but with 200 plus years of fly tying already behind us has anyone really invented anything in the last 50 years?

Of course they have, only we have trouble admitting it.

Discounting the new flies that arrive with each synthetic, most of the natural materials like fur and feathers are well known and documented. We’ve wrapped, clumped, bound, spiraled, tamped, straightened, and parachuted most everything already.

Fly patterns have this enormous gulf of Gray, with rabid partisans perched on every outcropping just waiting to tee off on the unwary. Us well intentioned tiers duck and evade the unguarded phrase containing “new” or “invented” – and are reminded how easy it is to lift the lid off Hell Incarnate.

I figure there are three basic issues within the larger question of “new”, and these revolve around colors, styles, and method.

Changing the tail on a Black Gnat from black to chartreuse will rarely work up much emotion. With only the single change, it’s a variant of the Black Gnat, and should be named similarly. “Bob’s Black Gnat” is appropriate, as is “Yellow-tailed Black Gnat.” The issue is straightforward – do you wish to pay homage to the original, or do you wish fame everlasting?

As with all vanity, it’s an individual thing – and is probably the source of the foment when the issue raises itself in the media. In the most virulent posts – and ensuing comments – affixing your name to an existing variation is unworthy, even if you made the fly better.

… but if you’re already famous it’s okay, as witnessed by the Royal Coachman and its derivative the Royal Wulff.

Variations caused by style are similar. No one raises an eyebrow at a Parachute Adams – unless it’s introduced as Bob’s Killer Bug. Fingers start pointing, flames erupt and in the blink of an eye – the forum thread is in shambles, with the incensed participants labeling each other with even better names …

Fly tying styles have always incorporated the traditional patterns, as they’re already the product of many years of tinkering and refinement.

We don’t like to think in those terms, how the original fly may have been slightly different and bore a different name – but history is written by the victor, and the venerable Adams may have originated as Finkle’s Wilson, until some SOB added grizzly wings …

… and was vilified by anglers when he dared rename it.

Which neatly explains how difficult it is to trace the original recipe on the timeless patterns of yesterday, likely each author took the variant he fished as gospel.

Style can be incurred by materials as well as tying method. Polypropylene made us retie everything, and we gleefully discarded muskrat, fox belly, and beaver bodies … until we learned Poly fur was coarse, unforgiving, and didn’t float much better than our old fur. That didn’t stop us from putting “Poly” in front half the old standby’s, but as the material proved a false prophet the renaming ceased once it became less popular.

Bead head flies are another example of how a functional style begats variation. Somehow the addition of a heavy bead didn’t warrant renaming the Prince nymph, and we merely added “bead head” to distinguish the functional change.

We’ve seen numerous styles in the last 50 years, most have occurred since we mastered the petroleum polymers, like Nylon, Banlon, Antron, and Z-lon – and the countless synthetics that have been adapted from carpet fibers and the upholstery trade.

We’ve replaced chicken fibers with Microfibbets, wings with Polypropylene or Z-lon, swapped fur dubbing for Antron carpet blends, and did away with hackle entirely – or tried to … We’ve endured the Yorkshire Flybody hook, Swedish dry flies, thorax duns, Waterwalkers, No Hackles, and dozens of different surface film flavors that only young eyes can see.

We’re so busy attempting to replace the Catskill dry and standard nymph, that our failure to find a glossy synthetic equivalent may play a part of the angst displayed when policing derivations and variants.

Structural method also spawns flies as new. Advances in hook design or the debut of a lightweight gossamer can spawn new styles of tying the older flies, and inspire much creativity.

Parachute flies are a great example. Most contain the identical ingredients of the traditional fly, and like bead heads we’ve added “parachute” to the name with little fanfare and no resistance.

… and it’s only because the Czech’s have been consistently eating our competitive lunch that we haven’t complained of their adaptation of a scud style (hook and style) into a bonafide Czech Nymph.

… like Kaiser Soze – we’re terrified of angering them.

Fly tiers have always approached invention with trepidation. Our first halting steps were necessity rather than genius, and added a taint not soon forgotten.

A new tier usually takes the glossy plates of books and magazines as his first muse. Consumed with creativity he’ll often overlook materials in the original recipe that he’s missing. With the fly two-thirds complete another four letter word, substitution, rears its ugly head.

Even if a Light Cahill is completed with Green hackle tips for wings he’ll view it as a failed attempt, as it’s not the original pattern. Months later when he’s more comfortable with skills and patterns he makes a minor modification, perhaps to customize it for his watershed or local insects, and we chew his ass for blasphemy.

A strange dichotomy, on the one hand we’re intent on discarding the old, and are incensed by anything new derived of their tradition.

The Royal Coachman Nymph, I invented it The Royal Coachman Nymph, and I invented it

Later in a fly tier’s career it’s all about experimentals and variations of derivatives. After many years fishing you realize that traditional patterns are merely flies that have become popular, not that they’re better than everything else.

But all those test cases and oddballs are kept close to the vest. Metered out to strangers on the creek when you’re lucky enough to have something that’s better than most that afternoon, and the rest given a trial and buried into an overhanging tree limb or sunken log.

… and while the forum dwellers snarl at each other from the safety of their computer, attributing whatever appears as something their favorite author or fishing buddy tied first, half of them don’t tie at all – and the other half don’t tie well … which is most of the reason they’re not offering their flies for commentary.

Is it a new fly worthy of a name, whose pedigree can be traced to its originator? Usually not. Mostly they’re copies of copies whose original dressings were guessed at – contained frequent substitutions, which were fortunate enough to have their name and recipe contained in an early tome on fly fishing.

… and if its description involves naming a classic fly, then it’s a derivation regardless of what you call it.

Tags: fly tying, naming flies, Yorkshire flybody hook, Partridge hook company, Catskill dry, traditional fly patterns, fly fishing forums, Light Cahill, Royal Wulff, parachute flies, bead head, Czech nymphs

Date Error on CA License display

Fish and Game Logo Apparently the newspaper article I cited in an earlier post transposed some dates.

The regulation change for California that eliminates the need to to display your license doesn’t go into effect until March 2010. It’s the Bay-Delta stamp that is no longer required as of January 1, 2010.

… and to the alert reader that spotted the issue, telling the Warden that “Singlebarbed says it’s okay” will likely earn you a fast takedown and a brusque cavity search …

Nor is it a sound defense with an angry Judge.

Just saying is all.

Tags: California fishing license regulation change, Department of Fish & Game, cavity search, Bay Delta stamp

There’s always some fellow that wants to paint outside the lines

Hot Orange isn’t high on the list of trout colors, so it’s only natural you suspect I’m up to something gaudy. Not the case, us Impressionists are freed of the narrow confines of caddis larvae and Giant Stone dry flies and recognize Orange isn’t really Orange if you don’t want it to be …

I’m still smarting from the “Polyester Sink Strainer” episode, wherein I subjected the kitchen to hideous odors and obscene colors, just to garner a couple of new halo colors to try.

Being a fan of the “Chaos Theory” of fly coloration, and believing that Mother Nature’s bugs are never a uniform coloration – and there’s always an inherent mottle effect besides the very obvious color difference between belly and back.

Angling books love to describe the “ … mayfly tumbling in the current” representation of nymphing, which I don’t subscribe to either. Throw a cat off the garage roof and he lands on his feet, ditto for dogs and in-laws, so invertebrates likely tumble briefly to regain balance, then swim like hell for safety, or the surface.

Colors can dampen as well as provide highlight or halo effects. My earlier example of adding neutral gray squirrel to yarn blends shows the “dampening” effect of gray, how it can take the bright edge off of the yarn dander and make it an earth tone of the original.

Highlights and halos are often wildly different colors added to dubbing to offer a flash or hint of color to the fly. A bit of boldness on the choice of accent can yield some surprising effects.

Like Hot Orange becoming muted and obvious and all at the same time.

An example of highlights or halo dubbing

Above are two examples of marrying odd colors together to seem much less so. Black and Hot Orange Angelina, and Black mixed with the Grannom Green. (Original colors shown here)

The bright portion of both has been overwhelmed by the surrounding black, and Hot Orange is now coppery colored, and most of the green has vanished.

My war on monochromatic is well documented. I have a goodly supply of the time-honored traditional colors, but most of the unique flies I use each season are a mixture of effects – but almost always polychromatic.

Which isn’t saying much, as any guide can tell you of the client that scoffs at the flies offered him, loudly proclaiming, “I catch all my fish on an Adams” – and if that’s the only thing the gentlemen uses, it becomes a self fulfilling prophecy.

Real differences in flies can only detected when pals are present. Count the number of outstretched palms, and figure you’re onto something.

Impressionists aren’t limited to flights of fancy, despite our being able to list a hundred great uses for Claret. We can use the scientific method when it suits us  – or succumb to the inner child as we deem fit.

Glance at a natural then immediately glance away. What color was it?

Likely you’ll say brown, or dark, or olive-black – you’ll retain a distinct impression of the predominant color and identify it. Flip the bug on its belly and do the same thing. Now it’s tan, or olive, or another color, Mother Nature always provides a light belly and dark back.

The back color is your base – and make the belly color the halo. It’s quite possible that fish on an intercept may get a glimpse of both – and a foraging fish that’s uprooted the insect from instream vegetation or the bottom will see the tumbling variant – guaranteeing both.

AP Black with Halo colors

Above is the traditional AP Black tied with the mixed black/green on the body, and mixed black/hot orange for the thorax. Those Angelina fibers that are visible are quite muted, but also very obvious.

They look black to me

Moving the perspective a couple inches further away and we’d call both flies … black.

Fish vision and perception are still hotly debated topics, far above our pay grade. What I do recognize is that most artificials are largely stiff compared to the wild gyrations of real insects – and anything I can add that implies motion is as good as the motion itself.

… and Science be Damned, the real fun is in spattering the canvas with Puce, Mauve, and Day Glo yellow, as it upsets conventional bug theory and masks the fact I’ve never been much good at painting within lines …

Tags: Soft Crimp Angelina, AP Black nymph, dubbing highlights, halo dubbing, fish vision, Chaos Theory, Impressionism, evangelical fly tyer

That was some of the best flying I’ve seen yet, right up to the point where you got killed

I didn't do itHer icy gaze punctuated by the bony digit pointed in my direction …

Naturally, I tried the First Law of Backpedalling, innocence.

“ … What?”

I gazed around studiously avoiding That Which She Held, but I guess my look of innocence wasn’t quite up to par – or I’d gone to that well too many times …

I was Flat Busted.

I had counted on her being dazed by the glitzy neon of the Las Vegas strip. A whirlwind of shows, drinking, and pulling handles – and the ensuing hangover would buy me enough time to replace the sink strainer.

Umm, No.

Instead I’m in my kitchen looking “hang dog” while the Gestapo asks me to collaborate.

… and I’ve warned you often enough. Make sure you clean all evidence of dye from the important fixtures and linoleum – so you aren’t pinched in your first attempt.

Angelina & Sink discolor Me, thinking I was a Ninja Master was part of my undoing. The rest was the horrifying discovery that sink strainers contain Polyester.

… there’s no label on the damn things, how was I to know?

The Olive and Peacock blends strained fine. The Grannom Green didn’t leave a mark, imagine my surprise when the Scarlet (which looks very Orange) left a calling card.

Our modern everyday sink strainer appears to have about 10% polyester – just enough to revoke my parole, and land me in the crosshairs yet again.

I’ve mentioned the destroyed feathers, hinted at the strain in relationships, insisted that you’d be a Past Master within minutes – and even tried the Manhood angle.

But you fellows were smarter than I was, and while I’m watching the next nine sappy romantic comedies with one star or less, understand that dinner works – but hell hath no fury like a woman wanting popcorn.

… and I’ll be fishing quite a few Angelina equipped flies this year hoping to get the taste out of my mouth.

Tags: dyeing polyester, soft crimp Angelina, grannom green, fly tying materials, peacock, damsel olive, sink strainer, Las Vegas, flat busted

The Karaoke version of Singing in the Rain

Singing in the rain, urinalysis to follow I make it40 Days and 40 Nights, or at least until Thursday” – and am steadfastly unrepentant because it’s only Day One , figuring if I hold out till about Day 17 there’ll be enough water for both me and them plague tomatoes.

Tamawanis has too much snow, Roughfisher is fleeing his ice-bound pals for Hawaii, and us Californians brace for what could become a fourth year of drought. Even worse, it makes all them other fellows from the frostbitten East want to crowd us further…

…where else are they going to go, Florida?

But the last 24 hours has unleashed a gully washer commensurate with dire need. Horizontal rain in sheets, flooded fields (that are soaking it up greedily), and the South end of the state finally has enough water not to borrow mine …

… in fact they’re wanting to return a goodly portion, gratis.

… and as all those dour faces showed up at work – freshly assaulted by fierce winds, rain, and the death-wish tail-gaiting driver behind them, they were met with the sight of my overly fed form skipping through the hallways with a tune on my lips.

Urinalysis turned up negative – additional proof that non-outdoorsmen are humorless SOB’s.

Singlebarbed’s Official Drought indicator is whether Tom Chandler continues to post. As he’s at the top of the pass, we’ll wait until the snow burden and lack of supplies makes the Wonderdog’s tongue something to eat, and the coughing roar of the Honda generator robs him of creativity.

… today, nothing.

Come Spring they’ll find him face down in the garage – the last match clutched in nerveless fingers. Hand rubbed Spar varnish proving invulnerable to wooden matches – and the snapped remnants of Powell, Phillip’s, and Raine forming an impotent pile of debris amidst a scene from Doctor Zhivago.

Say hello to my little friend, back from the Dead …

Little_Stinking_Flow

What was dry and lifeless is now five feet of roaring filth; tree trunks, rusting cars, and the the unsteady press of a couple hundred tons of upstream gravel headed my way.

From 38 CFS to 7200, washing away the wrongdoings of last season, replenishing the carcasses and goat skeletons at the high water mark – and unearthing my favorite rusting Audi in gunfire black …

Tags: California drought, Little Stinking, Tamanawis, Roughfisher.com, Trout Underground, snapped bamboo rods, Doctor Zhivago, Audi

Where we distill the notion of the Young Angler

Dry Fly Distilling, for the Youth Meeting You’ve watched them gash bosom and plea with club personnel at every meeting. Each plaintive cry falling on deaf ears – and then some poor SOB that’s not there nominated to be the “Youth Coordinator.”

… a title reasonably vague, implying something to do with finding kids that want to unplug long enough to take up the sport.

It’s the greatest hypocrisy of all. Old guys hate kids, wives, and all familial responsibility, which is why they’re at the club in the first place. “Kids” being equally vague – as the usual measurement of years is often superseded by, “is the inattentive little twit related to me.”

Most of us have seen it, and many more have felt it. Perhaps its time we  use that looseness in definition to our own ends.

I’m on the receiving end of a brief (albeit wheedling) email that insists it’s time to take some local gentlemen fishing again. This fellow being a work in progress, with an attention span of six minutes, reflexes of a Pterodactyl, with the appreciation and refinement of a Visigoth.

Kind of like a kid – only older.

It’s raining and cold outside, and I figure being housebound with spouse and kids has finally drove him over the edge. Only Wild Men intentionally expose themselves to inclement weather – and leaves me wondering whether we should be focusing on adults that haven’t fished – versus kids that would rather not …

I read further and his sudden passion is liquor related. Dry Fly distilling to be exact, which we assume tastes twice as good if you know how to fish – versus merely swilling it as a soulless Kayaker, or dog walker.

But we’re still golden. “Youth Coordinator” now being synonymous with wet bar and the tinkle of ice cubes, and whatever quota of recruits necessary can be shanghaied by them left standing.

… and the problem becomes keeping the regular membership distant. Compared to cramped chairs, congealing Beef Au Jus, and discussing the dining habits of Poodles with Bob’s wife, them youth meetings will be a lively affair.

Tags: fly fishing clubs, youth coordinator, Dry Fly distilling, artisanal liquor, Wild Men of fly fishing, club dinners, fly fishing humor