Monthly Archives: April 2010

Wanted: One remote control plane buff that rolls his own. Crashes frequently a plus

I’m still hot on the trail for the source of the Czech nymph overbody material. I go quiescent periodically when I lose the scent, but like an old dog I’ll keep on the trail so long as I’ve got a reasonable scent trail.

Magic Shrimp Foil I’ve found the material, now I need to find out which brand it is …

12 microns thick, available in a blizzard of colors, and 18 square feet for about $14 – depending on the vendor and his sale schedule.

I knew I’d encountered this material before, but couldn’t remember where, until I remembered my brother repairing old Hobie balsa gliders – whose pilots were not yet proficient enough to hit the Twin Towers or the broad side of a barn – but were able to hit pavement at speeds never designed for balsa aircraft.

He had these bright orange sheets of heat shrink plastic that clad the balsa skeleton once the struts and wood had been pieced back together.

Ultracote - Mylar shrink film

It’s the exact thickness of Magic Shrimp Foil, has a dull side and a shiny side just as Shrimp Foil, but isn’t as stretchy. Hanger 9’s Ultracote is likely a mylar based product with little stretch – and the exact match is vinyl, which would complete the puzzle.

This material comes with a paper backing that clings via friction rather than adhesive. The backing allows you to use a paper cutter to cut nice thin strips without undue fuss, simply sneak into the mail room before everyone arrives at work and carve a lifetime supply.

It’s offered in metallic, transparent, and opaque colors – and appears to match many of the colors of Shrimp Foil, but lacks the opalescent tints.

I ordered a roll of Olive and a roll of transparent and they’re both useful for Czech shellbacks, but I’d rather not continue to shell out the cash in search of the specific brand – knowing that one of you may already be afflicted by this hobby or has a remote control plane shop in his neighborhood.

… or has a buddy heavy on the throttle and with hands of stone come the landing …

Tags: Czech nymph, fly tying materials, shellback, Hanger 9 Ultracote, RC aircraft covering, Magic Shrimp Foil, Hobie glider, balsa wood repair

Hedge Fund Managers and Wealthy Lodge Owners

Gold Mining The reason the Pebble Mine gets all the vitriol and press? Simple, all those wealthy lodge owners, salmon fishermen, and hedge fund managers have ties to the Powers that Be …

A compelling story in the Alaska Dispatch suggests the Donlin Mine is even bigger, a planned 2 mile wide, 1 mile long open pit mine that will uproot a couple hundred miles of the famed Iditarod trail, host toxic tailings near the banks of the longest undammed river in North America, and add a massive power plant as part of the construction – all of which is proceeding with little notice and much less resistance.

Donlin has attracted little attention, said Pam Miller, executive director of Alaska Community Action on Toxins, because “unlike Pebble, there aren’t the wealthy lodge owners. There’s just poor subsistence residents.”

Wealthy lodge owners might be the ultimate in NIMBY opposition to backyard development. They are extremely well connected, given their clients tend toward well-off businessmen and the idle rich. These are the kind of people with the connections that enable them to get major jewelry retailers to make public-relations claims they will never use Pebble gold in their products, even if it’s hard to trace any gold used for jewelry back to its original source.

Take this power block, couple it with downstream commercial fishermen who hold valuable Alaska limited entry fishing permits for Bristol Bay salmon and a millionaire neighbor running an investment fund worth billions, and you have a power bloc that can make life hell for any sort of development.

– via the Alaska Dispatch

By contrast the Donlin Mine is on native lands, in a historical mining district, and the locals are eager for the employment potential and power infrastructure that the mine provides.

Protests have been muzzled as it’s seen as anti-Native American.

Towing barges of fuel oil up the river sounds decidedly anti-salmon, but we’re the “bleeding hearts of the lower 48”, and we’re expected to say that.

I’m not privy to the full facts of the case, but the Dispatch article is a compelling read. It’s a contentious subject to be sure, but the “wealthy lodge owner” angle is new – and may partly explain why Pebble has enjoyed such extensive coverage and become a cause celebre’.

Tags: Donlin Project, Alaska Dispatch, Pebble Mine, wealthy lodge owners, evil fly fishermen, NovaGold

It can leap tall buildings with a single bound – but landing is hell on the points

I suppose it’s a “proud papa” moment, realizing that your progeny has met expectations, possibly even exceeded some … but I wouldn’t know with certainty as every time I glanced backwards my Poppa was cringing in horror …

… and Ma didn’t see fit to add the long series of mug shots – as the Police never was able to figure which was my good side.

Sixthfinger 4.5" and 5.5"

The “Big Dawg” has finally arrived, equipped with the same adjustable screw, larger and heavier jaw, and the obligatory tungsten carbide edges that allow it to chew through the awkward and ungainly.

Sixthfinger tip detail, 5.5" on right

At left is the tip detail of both the 4.5” (left) and 5.5” (right) showing the extra jaw length and breadth.

We preserved the same sharp tip, which allows the large size to reach and cut with the same delicacy, and added the longer, heavier jaw to resist deflection, and allowing more force on the cleave without tearing up the screw hole.

The fingerhole spacing is identical to the 4.5” scissor ensuring the same amount of scissor protrudes above the hand as its smaller cousin. Interchanging the two models will not require any adjustment in the user’s grip.

Having spent the last four months testing and retesting finger placement, shaft lengths, and “dogfooding” all those really clever ideas that proved less so – I’m very much pleased by the final product.

I call these the “General Purpose” model, 5.5” inches in length and designed to be the scissor for all your flies, not merely the small or delicate. The larger blades allow for larger chunks of material to be cut in a single snip, and should plow through those awkward or large materials that cause the smaller blade to deflect.

I still wouldn’t cut bead chain with them, that’s the job of a heavy shear style scissor – not something with a refined point. Everything else is fair game.

Reminder: Owners of the original surgical stainless Sixth Finger scissor have the right to upgrade to this or the 4.5” tungsten model for $22. By itself the retail on the large size (5.5”) is a dollar more than the 4.5” variant, $28 and $29 respectively.

I’ve updated the ecommerce website to reflect the scissor’s availability, and will be mailing all 5.5” backorders starting tomorrow – after I’ve put these through the quality control process. More information on the scissors can be found in earlier posts, including Mommy’s lecture on proper scissor etiquette, don’t miss it.

Full Disclosure: I am the principal vendor for the Sixth Finger scissor and will benefit monetarily from any sale of this incredibly awesome scissor. All superlatives used to describe the male enhancing qualities and function should therefore be taken with a grain of salt.

Tags: Sixth Finger scissor, tungsten carbide inserts, Big Dawg, proud poppa, ecommerce, fly tying scissors, 5.5” sixth finger, general purpose sixth finger

Fishing is hard and then you die

Cholesterol Lifecycle As I’ve always batted for average four out of five ain’t bad …  and the only reason sex was omitted was due to the target sample being mostly fishermen, who are so deep in the Doghouse that’s no longer an option.

(HealthDay News) — A combination of four unhealthy behaviors — smoking, lack of exercise, poor diet and substantial alcohol consumption — greatly increases the risk of premature death, a new study has found.

I’d suggest those same four demons increases your chances of a successful outing, as they’re the crucial components of our piscatorial double helix.

Smoking has been deeply ingrained in the sport by all the “woodsy” advertising of yesteryear. Poppa, looking particularly well dressed in starched hip waders and plaid shirt, accessorized deftly with a Prince or Bent Bulldog, while the family claps gleefully at the prospect of dinner.

Gleefully because they know they’ll be having chocolate milk shakes and burgers after Pop returns fishless – It’s a family tradition and Poppa’s age old mistake.

Smoke does make a impenetrable bug barrier – and as the squadrons of blood sucking Winged Death pirouette to something tasty or tender, a well aimed puff of cheap cigar can send them spiraling elsewhere.  The proximity of water, damp fingers, and the unsavory habit of biting off the end of the cigar results in a sodden dog turd – flavored with a bit of hot charcoal. As the cigar is jettisoned into the cold clear water, breath is enough to keep all but the foolhardy at a respectable distance.

Three hundred and sixty four days a year we smile pleasantly at the steaming vegetables and raw fruit deserts, insist our kids eat doubly so, and then with Momma’s tear-streaked face waving from the driveway – head for the mountains and a clandestine rendezvous with greasy waxed paper, heat lamp French fries with chili and cheese, sour cream and sprinkles …

… and a diet Coke, which like the Pope’s blessing, somehow removes all artery clogging agents and guilt.

There is plenty of exercise in fishing, the problem is we only go nine times per year. Six hours into the Opener we’re invoking deities and foreswearing greasy anything – penance for stopping at both Jack in the Box and Mickey Dee’s. As we huff our way up those increasingly steep flat spots, peering in vain for a glimmer of our automobile amongst the pines, we’re full of the same steely resolve that failed to fill our fly boxes last winter.

Alcohol consumption puts us to bed on Saturday, and allows us to move come Sunday. As we stifle the groan rediscovering all those little muscles that atrophied during the Winter, grew flaccid under the regimen of corn chips and football, and are so crucial to equilibrium when wading.

Saint Bernard’s deliver liquor to skiers – amateur and professional alike. A well hidden pint can work miracles so long as you’re not the fellow driving. Tucked into the vest next to the toilet paper you stole from the motel – knowing when Mickey Dee’s finally releases its grip on your vitals, it’ll be midstream and with waders cinched tight.

… which is why you’ll die prematurely, you might’ve made the bank with felt soles.

Tags: premature death, healthy lifestyle, fishing humor, felt soles, fishing vest, diet coke, Trout season opener

A 20 inch fish on a 17 shank merits an Asterisk

No Soup For You! I’m a self confessed collector of hooks and a complete snob. Not that they have to be gilt plated or come from some distant clime, I just need them to be as versatile as screwdrivers and socket wrenches, lots of sizes and similar shapes, but there should be one perfectly suited for the task.

I’m a bit of an omnivore where fish are concerned; flirting with one species them the other, and require a larger selection than the average tier. Not merely sizes, it’s the attributes of the hook that I covet most.

I’m the guy that fishes a #12 for Carp – and have landed them on #16’s, but it’s not a testament of skill so much as using the proper hook for that scale of quarry.

Trying to find an Extra Strong (XS or X-Heavy) or 2XS in trout sizes has been increasingly difficult, despite Mustad’s claim that a S82-3906B is 3X Heavy, it’s not. Now that many of the smaller vendors have been assimilated by the hook-making Borg, I’m dipping into strange bends and stranger points hoping to find replacements for the plethora of styles now vanished. It’s the same for Extra Short, or Nickel plated, and what few new styles crack the fly shop lineup have all been Czech-related or similar specialty.

You’ve endured my high pitched whine in numerous threads…

I’m a snob because I prefer the Redditch hook scale and the size of gapes and shanks that are common to that standard. As Mustad was the fly tying standard for so many years, new companies from China, Korea, and Japan, had to clone their best selling hooks to compete.

Mustad 94840 Our old favorites, the 94840 (R50-94840 – Dry) and 3906B (S82-3906B – Nymph, Wet) were actually extra long shanked – and used to say as much on the label. Now with the economy packaging and terse descriptions – the 94840 is listed as “standard length” and most tiers are unaware that their #18’s and #16’s share a nearly identical shank length.

Mustad 3906BHook makers from Japan have upset Mustad’s domination of the fly hook market, but in doing so they copied the Mustad hooks and preserved the Mustad measurements of gape and shank length, and propagated the differences to Tiemco, Daiichi, Dai-Riki, and all the rest.

… and the differences are readily apparent, as all the hooks below size 16 are disproportionally long shanked.

Slowly we’re sliding back into the Good Old Days, where multiple standards compete and different vendors perpetuate adherence to one or the other, confusing nearly everyone to the point of having to peer at the hook before purchasing.

16 versus 18, TMC

Which was part of the reason for my excitement when I spied a trove of hooks last week, most were old enough to pre-date the drift off-standard that occurred during the Great Shank Expansion of the 70’s.

… and why I leaped in with both feet.

Now that I’ve restocked all the important sizes and styles (paying just over a dollar a box, complements of eBay), and I’m rolling in them like Scrooge McDuck, and differences between the vintages  is quite noticeable.

Considering how far our standard shank has lengthened (above), and realizing that the proportions we teach in fly tying classes and books are all based on the Redditch standard, the dry fly especially is undergoing an evolution.

Extra shank means a longer body, usually fur, and that extra iron are both adding to the weight of the finished fly. Classic books from the turn of the Century describe the (optimal, and yes, fanciful) dry fly riding on the points of the hackle and barbs of the tail – with the hook merely grazing the surface. With the additional length of shank and adherence to proportions, that’s no longer possible even when dry.

… and if Theodore Gordon was in charge of the “20 – 20” club membership, a twenty inch fish taken on a #20 or smaller hook, he’d have them liveried servants toss you out the place.

Those that have learned the craft since the 80’s are going to feel cramped and frustrated. The above photo of the #16’s shows just how much extra real estate you’ve taken for granted.

… and for those learning to tie, consider that age of the book you’re learning from – is that glossy plate from the 40’s or 50’s, and is that the reason your fly looks different or it’s attitude on the table is not the same as yours?

With the disparity in shank length, it’s possible we’re headed into another unsettling period where factions of vendors align themselves into pseudo-standards, with the forums ablaze with opinion.

A good description of the early days of the Fly Hook Wars is available on the fly fishing history site. It’s an interesting read for those afflicted and explains much of what you’ve already encountered and what may result.

Tags: Aberdeen, O’Shaughnessy, Kirby, Kendall, Redditch Standard, O. Mustad & Sons, Tiemco hooks, Dai-Riki hooks, 20-20 club, Theodore Gordon, fly tying materials, fly tying hooks, hook evolution

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

Branaugh The quiet interspersed with the cursing of the frustrated, the outrage of those whose water was trodden upon carelessly, and the high pitched whine of those that forgot their boots, rods, tippet, or dry socks.

Opening Day, and for those about to partake we salute you.

With snow dominating the high country and a week long storm enroute, with high water, discoloration, and suffering the tertiary phases of a long fishless winter – about 8 million anglers will stuff themselves into the pristine, and love every minute of hardship.

… and fish will be caught, only much smaller and fewer than the stories will describe come Monday.

    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say ‘To-morrow is the Opener.’
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say ‘These wounds I had on Opening day.’
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he’ll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
    Familiar in his mouth as household words-
    Wooly the Bugger, Adams and Cahill,
    Hendrickson, Gordon and Copper John-
    Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb’red.

The rest of us intelligent fellows will claim we weren’t planning to go anyways, how it would be a terrible imposition and the scene of great carnage and angst, but we’re lying.

We’ll slink away from the coffeepot knowing we held our manhood cheap.

Tags: trout season opener, trout fishing, fly fishing, St. Crispin’s Day, Shakespeare, fly fishing humor,

Graduate school is out of the question

It’s great that your child wishes to pursue Poppa’s passion commercially, and it’s especially timely now that the pro Bass circuit has entered both High School and college curriculums.

Getting “Pumpkin” to unplug is a miracle unto itself, but you may want to sit the lad down and have a serious talk…Current salaries for instructors

Foremost should be your discount should you fund any form of higher learning.

Tags: fly fishing instructor, fly casting instructor, that and twenty five cents gets you a cup of coffee, angling jobs, lack thereof

Unsuccessful because they were hard to catch

hatchery Like most anglers I knew little about hatchery fish other than their sporting qualities. After reading Anders Halvorsen’s book on the history of the hatcheries and the rise of the rainbow trout, I realize that much of the eye-opening information cited has always been there – only buried diligently in those sections of the paper we didn’t read.

How the focus of the hatchery business morphed into happy anglers carting home limits of  fish, and the antiquated notion of species introduction, re-introduction, and sustainability,  was jettisoned in the transition. More troublesome was the notion that despite the best efforts of biologists, planted fish had introduced many diseases into the watershed – and resident fish had to compete with the interlopers as well as survive their lethal payload.

Some poor fellow asked my Fish & Game department about the decline of Lake Oroville, and the polite response includes a familiar litany of sins …

The brown trout program was considered unsuccessful because they were hard to catch and so the return to creel was too low to justify continuing the program.

The first coho program began in the 1980s as a net pen operation in Lake Oroville. It was discovered that when fish were grown to larger sizes to meet angler expectations, they developed a bacterial disease that infected their kidneys. To protect other fishery resources, DFG ordered these fish destroyed.

The coldwater fishery program for the lake was then changed to inland Chinook (king salmon) that were planted in the 1990s.This provided a good fishery for several years. Then in 1998 and 2000, Chinook salmon at Feather River Hatchery (which receives lake water) started getting infected with the infectious haematopoietic necrosis (IHN) virus, which killed up to a quarter of the Chinook salmon smolts DFG raised. Also in 2000, the entire inland Chinook program for Lake Oroville became diseased with IHN and had to be destroyed. After much research, it was determined that the virus was being sustained and multiplied by the large numbers of salmon in the lake. The virus probably originated at a very low level in the river that flowed into the lake (created by the Oroville Dam built in 1968) but had been kept undetectable by the lack of good hosts. The disease has always been found in fish below the dam and in returning salmon adults every year.

After more research to determine which fish would not be good hosts for the virus, coho were again planted, but this time, in an effort to avoid the bacterial kidney disease problem, they were raised at the hatchery annex on well water instead of in net pens in the lake.

– via the Los Angeles Times

Take the current mentality a couple decades into the future and they’ll be introducing fish that breathe air – so they pop up at intervals and you can shoot them …

… that way you can just cut around the holes and make the piscatorial equivalent of a Double Down, yet imbued with precious Omega-3’s and cordite.

But wait, there’s more …

Auditors in Washington state have completed a review of the Chinook program in the Puget sound, and concluded that each salmon landed costs the state $768 (excluding the costs of your tackle and bait).

Each year the Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife produces hundreds of thousands of the juvenile salmon in hatcheries, then raises them for 14 months or more in ponds until they lose the instinct to migrate. Then the fish are released for fishermen to hook for sport.

But some of the same environmental conditions that helped push wild chinook onto the Endangered Species list – such as pollution and habitat loss from development – mean few of the young blackmouth live long enough to get snagged. And the many fishing restrictions imposed in response to the 1999 listing of wild chinook also scaled back chances for anglers to try to catch the hatchery chinook.

That means catch rates for blackmouth are such a fraction of what they once were that the state may produce 900 fish for every one an angler nets. And each of those 900 fish costs about 85 cents.

– via the Olympian

But not to worry, the program is paid for by license dollars, and therefore not a black eye to any current or future administration …

We march dutifully up to the counter each year in the hope the $37 helps fish somehow – and the sordid details emerge later. My contribution to the state’s inland fisheries was $12 diverted to the creation of a red licorice factory on a reclaimed military reservation – owned by someone I wouldn’t like instinctively, $3 went to repaying the Governor’s election debt, and the remaining $25 bought the “pucker” on a Chinook…

… I always thought it was a big bucket of fry that I paid for – hurled into a creek by a good natured fellow who whistled and waved at the departing fish before filling the bucket with the next guy’s contribution …

Tags: Anders Halvorsen, Lake Oroville, hatchery fish, Washington state auditors, chinook salmon, Puget Sound, fish disease

Well just refine what Mother Nature started

There’s no such thing as a bad Olive. Us fly tiers being overly fond of the color and have two dozen shades isn’t half enough.  While puzzling my way through the RIT Forest Green – Tan – makes – Olive Conundrum, I’d figures out that it was the dye temperature I’d failed to get hot enough, and only the tan had activated.

Now I was admiring another Olive project, a lot bigger – and  I was relieved it wasn’t the unknowns of a balky dye I’d be fighting. I could reproduce the desired color in a single pass through the dye bath, and the target material was fur which is much more friendly than moisture repelling duck feathers.

This time the wrinkle is the material isn’t white, which adds a bit of preplanning when converting one of Mother Nature’s colors into something else.

The starting color is warm brown

I’d describe the starting color as a warm tan to a warm light brown, and the qualities of its existing color needed to be factored into our conversion to make it a warm medium Olive.

Olive is Green, Yellow, and a bit of dark Gray or Black. The original color isn’t white – so I’d have to count some of it as the dark component of Olive, and it’s a warm color – so it’ll count as yellow as well.

(From past posts, remember adding green cools the olive, adding yellow warms it, and adding more black – darkens it.)

If we took the same dye formula used on white materials, and we didn’t watch the color closely, merely exposing the material to the bath for the same length of time, we’d wind up with Olive both darker and warmer than our target color. So we’ll remove some of the yellow and some of the black in the dye mixture to compensate.

If medium Olive is 45% Green, 45% Yellow, and 10% Black – I’d compensate with dye bath comprised of 65% Green, 25% Yellow, and 5% black.

Starting the rinse As my starting dye is not a bright green (like Kelly Green), rather it’s a Forest Green, there’ll be no need to add any black, so the final mix will be 75% Forest Green and 25% Golden Yellow (using RIT colors).

At right shows the initial rinse, most of the water bleeding off is cold Green which is expected.

Getting your Monies Worth

A single box of RIT will dye a pound of material, and simple tasks like chicken necks or a Hare’s mask will have you pouring most of your money into the sink. A couple ounces of teal feathers or saddle hackle doesn’t even scratch the coloring potential of the full RIT package, and having open dye packages laying around your garage is a known hazard. It’ll sift out of the box or get dropped onto the garage floor in dry form, and the next time the car is washed you’ll track it into the house.

As a fly tyer in the tertiary grip of the obsession, whose materials are purchased by the pound, dyeing represents a way of breathing new life into chewed up material, or making a lifetime supply of questionable colors less so.

I’ll dye the target material and take advantage of the remaining color in the pot to dye other feathers or picked-over Whiting capes – those whose  #14, #16, and #18 hackles have already been removed. I’ll use the butt end of the capes for streamers or big dry flies like Green Drakes or Golden Stones.

Having a complimentary shade of Partridge, Guinea Fowl, or that gifted Pheasant your neighbor blew daylight through – lends an extra hide or skin new life, and recoups some of the money you might have paid.

Back to Cow Flop Olive

As I’m already admiring a half pound of cow flop Olive on my carpet, I ran some teal through the dye bath, then followed that with a couple of well chewed Grizzly capes.

Those complimentary colors and dissimilar materials means I’ve got the ability to start tying flies that look cohesive due to color alone. Teal and dubbing is the Bird’s Nest, and dubbing and large Grizzly hackles gives me Green Drakes, Olive Marabou Leeches, and Wooly Buggers.

Two packs of RIT and three batchs of feathers

What most interesting in the picture above is the teal and Grizzly capes. The dye bath was custom built to make a tan into a warm olive, now its true color is revealed to be a cold green. It’s validation of our dye mixture, the tan bleeds through the green to make the fur a warm Olive, and the hackle and teal both started as white/black, and the dye bath builds a colder green absent the warming influence of the tan.

It’s working with Mother Nature’s colors – rather than overpowering them with dye.

… and it’s why you see so many deep dark colors in fly shops and so few pastels. Most commercial vendors use the “overpower” method of dyeing which gut-slams the original color into the background, eliminating the shade it can cast on the final product, and yields dark results.

Working in concert with the original color allows you to build some of the most valuable and sought after colors, like Bronze Blue Dun and the entire Dun family.

The unanswered question is “what am I going to do with half a pound of cow flop Olive?” – mating it with 18 miles of Olive tinsel that I inadvertently purchased is no surprise, but it’s actually a new filler I’m testing – the Poor Man’s Aussie Opossum, only cheaper.

Not to worry, I’ll send samples – once I’ve got the other eight colors dyed.

Tags: dyeing fly tying materials, Olive, colorizing fur, bulk fly tying materials, RIT dyes, teal flank, grizzly hackle, picked over neck, cow flop, fly tying obsession

Obligatory colorful tail picture omitted

Girls prefer some well coifed, clean-smelling fellow to sweep them off their feet. Guys would prefer romance include some stunning female who’s statuesque, fulsome, and completely chaste, unless it’s them she’s disrobing … as that’s entirely proper.

TravelWriter being towed Nine web sites and nine supersaturated pictures of the dots on a trout’s tail, and I wonder how the trout became the measure of beauty. It’s not surprising that we’d gravitate to the wagging end of fish, given that most of our youth was spent chasing tail and boasting of same, yet it’s almost as if our rarified notion of selectivity chastity that’s defining the beauty of gamefish, not the qualities inherent to each species.

Underlying the olive and maroon and prominent black dots may be, “my fish is chaste, and gave it up just for me” – and it’s the learned gentlemanly qualities that cause us to forget how many, exactly where, and how big, things we shared in our youth … until we heard our sister mentioned and found out how unflattering it really was…

Someday I’ll find the right gal and settle, but until then I prefer the company of streetwalkers. Floosies, harlots all – that hide in ambush until darting out to intercept a likely customer.

That’s right, I pay for my tail.

She's pure harlot at heart

The price was a triple batch of Oatmeal Raisin cookies to the landowner’s spouse, whose confessed weakness for same may get me an invite back.

Bluegill are the pure harlot. You don’t have to kiss them – you don’t have to share your burger, all they require is your time and inclination – and a bit of lukewarm shade.

… and they’ve got black dots too, and if they were any bigger we’d be seeing them in our nightmares.

Tags: Bluegill, Oatmeal Raisin cookies, Trout, trout tail, fascination with tail, fish porn, fly fishing, panfish