Archive for August, 2011

The Good News is that I’ve found 100% DEET … »

Naturally if I see a big splash of bright color and “Used by the Armed Forces,” I’m thinking Delta Force or Seal Team 6, and how the murmur in the parking lot will be all the fellows wishing theirs was extreme DEET, just like mine … … then again, were I to round a darkened [...]

Might’ve been the biggest breach of trust ever »

Remember that especially gentle and reassuring voice I used when I mentioned, “don’t fear dyeing your precious fur and fibers, as everything is useful for something …” Boy was that a windy. I’m pawing through a drawer full of goodies and see that dusty plastic bag scrunched under all that marabou, and naturally figured it [...]

One if by land, two if by trout stream »

Given the volume of invasive species and how quickly they’re encroaching by both land and sea, at some point you throw up your hands and cease keeping score … The Little Stinking just started its third dunking in raw herbicide for some 250 known outbreaks of intrusive grass. Its banks still covered with faux bamboo [...]

How to torment a Bamboo Rod Guy … »

WUSS, you’re nothing without those precious nickel silver ferrules kept limber by red deer fat … … especially since Hardy extincted the supply many years ago, and what few are left are stalked by flute playing sophomores  with a penchant for re-enacting “Her Majesty’s Secret Service.” One of many treasures recently unearthed from the pile [...]

It’s an environment so hostile you’ve got to bet on the fish »

As the wind shifted abruptly I remembered the market pundits and their “catch a falling knife” question, and as I tensed for the fly fishing equivalent, wind driven lead core on a collision course for my unprotected haunch, I knew this had to be what was meant … Everything involving freshwater has been a complete [...]

I may have to darken them a shade or three »

After I kicked my faithful fifty-something gal-friend to the curb, I knew I needed some image work to make me marketable on the eSexualPredator sites. It’s part of that larger health kick wherein sixty is the new fifty-seven … … and change. I’ve got the last great stash of foot long Grizzly hackles in captivity, [...]

If you fly fish you’ve beaten the odds »

It’s the real reason the fly fishing age demographic is 51-55, we’re well read – men of science and letters, and have limited our excesses to Viagra and Internet porn. Man Finds Brick Of Unknown Substance, Snorts It, Dies Thomas Swindal, 53, was offshore on Marathon when he and his brother Kenneth discovered a brick [...]

… wherein we enlist the aid of small children and dogs »

“Why, no. No problem at all, Mrs.. McGillicutty, you know how I adore looking after Froo-Froo. Yes, Ma’am, most men would consider it offputting to have to tote around a lap dog, rest assured I am secure in my masculinity …” Society has all manner of non-complimentary names for it, but I like to think [...]

Archaic and Harsh, but we’re tired of putting a fatherly face on them as gas Chickens »

I’m giggling while reading a tirade on whether hair extensions and hippie chicks should be mutually exclusive, and though both are taking a considerable beating, the unthinkable occurs to me … Fly tiers and dry fly fishermen are the only folks complaining over the loss of Grizzly hackle. Dry flies being tougher to tie than [...]

As we do so love to count the little darlings »

There are as many flavors of angler as counting systems, and we’ve all been faced with “The Accounting” … that most common of questions put to us by spectators. It has to blend with our ethics, for those that think them other than liability has to match any remaining shreds of honor, be capable of [...]

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