Category Archives: Fly Fishing

Welcome to the Brood Stock

Lies, Damn Lies, and Fishermen Fishing statistics are so rare I can’t help but pounce on them when offered. Like most pitchmen I’ll spin the numbers to prove something horrific and discard the facts enroute to a shaky conclusion.

This time it’s the Recreational Boating & Fishing Foundation (RBFF) and the American Sportfishing Association (ASA) who’ve commissioned Southwick Associates to reveal that despite the poor economy, sport fishing license sales are on the rise.

As of September 1, 2009, state fish and wildlife agencies reported a 7.7 percent positive change in the number of licenses sold year-to-date compared to the same months last year (January – July 2009 vs. January – July 2008).
The same states also saw a seven percent increase in the number of licenses sold in July 2009 compared with July 2008.
  

I’ll take the dim view of the above increase. Two factors come to mind; most of the Atlantic seaboard is now required to buy a license to fish from shore (new this year) – and the rest may be economics, fish are “free food” and other parts of the world have had a similar boost in rookie fishermen.

… and there was more about us fly fishing types. We’re white college graduates older than 45, make $100,000 a year, and male. We fish five times a year less than other types of fishermen – and are obsessed with meeting a female fly fisherperson that doesn’t exist.

There was no information as to whether we’re underwater on our mortgage or the financial health of our imaginary dream date. Per capita there are more fly fishermen in the West (especially the West Coast) – so if you’re looking for love the East Coast is strictly “bro-mance” turf.

Fly fishing statistics

We’re also growing fewer in number. Which could be explained by our discovery that everyone else spends $167 a year in tackle, and we spend ten times that and fish less…

The Good News is there are 146 million kids under the age of 18 playing fly fishing games on Nintendo and Wii. Unfortunately the game is flung aside after four minutes.

Face it, we’re the Brood Stock … and that ain’t saying much.

Tags: Lies, damn lies, and statistics, angling trends, recession based economic pressure, catch and kill, fish as “free” food, Southwick Associates, Recreational Boating & Fishing Foundation, American Sportfishing Association, brood stock

We’ve struggled to explain senses we lack, can motion convey both form and identity?

Water waves Science suggests there is more to the lateral line than we’ve suspected and may provide more than mere vibration detection.

An interesting mix of attributes we’ve always thought fish had – and new information that suggests it may detect form and assist in the recognition of prey.

“The lateral-line system is a unique mechanosensory facility of aquatic animals that enables them not only to localize prey, predator, obstacles, and conspecifics, but also to recognize hydrodynamic objects. Here we present an explicit model explaining how aquatic animals such as fish can distinguish differently shaped submerged moving objects. “

The authors present evidence in the form of heady mathematics which is completely offputting despite my math background, and my posts are unable to display mathematical symbols – requiring me to interpret the theorem with English…

First, a faithful shape recognition is only possible if the distance, D (is less than but approximately equal to) the submerged moving object’s body length, B; here, B (is approximately) 5 cm. Second, localization of the submerged moving object (SMO) is possible within a distance comparable to the length of the detect-ing lateral-line.

The above suggests that a baitfish could be recognized by a hungry 30” Striped Bass at a distance approximately the same as the Striper’s length. “Recognized” is the the human term describing the new stuff we don’t know and can’t describe. It’s possible that the frantic swimming of the bait may create a disturbance that registers with the predator’s lateral line from a greater distance – but it’s unable to “know” what made the motions.

It would seem that larger fish can detect (identify) motion-based food further away than smaller fish due to the increased length of its lateral line. It may partly explain why smaller fish rush forward to take the fly, they can see/feel it but can’t recognize it as food and need to close with it before identification is complete.

… and as they’ve already spent all those precious calories getting there first – why not give it an exploratory bite …

The real question is whether we’re only matching half the hatch. Silhouette and color are certainly part of the mix, but how much does the violent swimming motion of a dislodged Stonefly alter a fish’s perception of both the natural or its stiff imitation?

When drunk, humans can be coerced into sampling a two dimensional cardboard replica of a hamburger in part because it tastes identical to its three dimensional cousin, yet unimpaired they eat it anyways recognize it as inedible even at distance.

Makes an interesting thought to ponder. We’ve always seen motion of the fly or bait as part of the overall presentation. There’s not a great deal we can do other than pull it towards us fast or slow or add some device like tungsten beads or wiggle legs.

If the fly is presented upstream will the “dead drift” be as effective as the yanked fly as there’s less lateral line to engage – or should we present streamers broadside to the lateral line – giving us an even better chance of detection?

… and while I sort out all this new information should I be carving my caddis nymphs out of Gummy Worms as their gooey freshness resonates at the same pitch as a caseless Hydropsyche in full mating rut?

We allowed bobbers so long as we called them something different – and a Gummy Bear is artificial … Can the fly fishing world survive single, barbless, and sugary?

Tags: Lateral line, fish senses, gummy bear, stonefly, motion sensitive, fly fishing,

Nice to know I can buff out my paw prints

It’s one of many shortcomings in my personality, but I cannot help but admire those anglers that eye the conventional, scratch their chin and opt to blaze new trails.

The results aren’t always successful, but the “what if I …” question is what keeps this sport alive and vital.

It starts with the faux Birch bark reel seat and grip, and after another light bulb glows bright, morphs into the real Birch bark veneer handle, which causes some other fellow to add his own wrinkle and the rest of us wind up owning a half dozen once they’re mainstreamed.

The Eclectic Guy - Birch bark veneer grip

(photo by the Eclecticguy.com)

… sure it helps to have a lot of woodworking experience and tools, but imagination is the key ingredient.

I’m not suggesting either party invented anything, merely admiring their willingness to take that monstrous leap into the realm of public opinion.

We’ve done “collaborative” on flies for hundreds of years, it’s fun to see it at work in another angling product.

The “Eclectic Guy” has added the Eclectic Angler website, featuring horse hair fly lines, handmade brass & nickel silver fly reels, and Tenkara flies.

Tags: Birch bark fly rod grip, faux birch bark, rod building, how-to, fly rod

FlyAddicts.com launches with a flourish

Fly Addicts logo While the massed regiments of printed media reel about in disarray, the agile “angling Taliban” are up to new, better, bigger, and more…

The checkout counter at Safeway lost three stalwarts in Gourmet, Elegant Bride, and Shotgun Wedding – they’ll no longer glare back at our 12 pack and sack of ice during a pre-dawn departure. Conde Nast has shuttered their doors in recent weeks due to the economics of the dead tree phenom.

On the web, angling offerings are on the upward tick, my blogroll swollen with recent additions, and the debut of yet another online community:

In a nutshell, it’s what you’d get if you crossed an online magazine with a blog network with facebook with craig’s list with ebay with a forum with youtube, etc.  Deep breath.

Alex Cerveniak of 40 Rivers to Freedom and the Will Mullis’ Hatches magazine empire have combined to introduce FlyAddicts.com – a nice mix of blogs, articles, forum, and e-zine.

Like you, the bulk of my lunch hour is spent nursing a tasteless sandwich and a warm Coke – keeping abreast of this surge of online content. Often surprised and rarely disappointed – just what’s needed to combat the onset of Winter sloth.

Tags: Alex Cerveniak, 40 Rivers to Freedom, Will Mullis, Hatches Magazine, flyaddicts.com, conde nast shutters Gourmet, online angling community

Book Review – Tying Catskill Style Dry Flies

I’ve always likened the traditional dry fly as the fly fishing equivalent of the Japanese Tea ceremony. You can tie a million of them and the number of times you’re pleased with the result you can count on one hand.

Double-divided quill wings spin our gossamer tippet into a snarl, Woodduck flank is expensive as hell, and we roar past the traditional Catskill dry enroute to something more contemporary and scientific.

The Catskill Cabal; George Labranche, Theodore Gordon, Preston Jennings, Walt & Winnie Dette, Rube Cross, Art Flick, Harry & Elsie Darbee, and Roy Steenrod, were instrumental in the migration of English dry fly theory and adapting chalkstream tactics to moving water. Despite the passage of nearly one hundred years, their influence on the sport continues unabated.

Red Quill, one of many Catskill standards

Mike Valla has written an engaging book on the entire Catskill experience – from his vantage as an “adoptee” of the Dette’s. It’s an interesting and fast read that introduces the rivers – their unique personalities and patrons, the fishermen, and the fly tying brain trust that gave us the traditional patterns we know today.

The book focuses on the development and variations of the traditional Catskill flies, how each was modified, the individual variants popularized by each tier, and how the modern Catskill patterns we tie today evolved from their inception.

“This was the Rube cross who told Walt Dette, in the late 1920’s, to get lost when Dette asked Cross to show him how to tie flies. Walt promised that he would tie only for himself, but Cross would have no part of it.”

“When (Rube) Cross turned down Walt Dette’s request to teach him his tying techniques, Dette purchased $50 worth of flies from Cross, and he, Winnie, and Harry Darbee dismantled them in a rented room above a Roscoe movie theater to learn the Cross technique ..”

“Legends” can be as ornery and cantankerous as the rest of us. Books and autobiographies usually omit personality and character – facets that add a great deal to any legend. In describing Rube Cross’s 1950 work, “The Complete Fly Tier” – where his fly tying style was photographed, its author may have tried to hide his technique from us as well:

“One late summer evening many years ago, while I was at Walt’s side at his vise, he explained what they discovered about the Cross technique: ‘That is not what the unwrapping revealed. When we untied Cross’s flies, he set those wings first, then the tails, then the body, the common sequence that is used today.’ Walt used to give Cross some benefit of the doubt, and stated that maybe Cross changed his technique, but it does seem odd. Winnie, on the other hand, thought the change described in the book deliberate, to hold secret his true technique.”

This “forty-thousand foot view” of the area and its personalities adds a great deal of information not encountered in specific literature, like the interactions of all this talent and their individual foibles.

Considering the materials and techniques of the day, no bobbins, 3/0 silk thread held with clothes pins, the lack of genetic hackle, the paucity of blue dun – a color that permeates Catskill flies, few synthetics, and no domestic supply of fly tying items – most ordered from England, their skill, especially the Dette’s and Rube Cross, is astounding.

The chapter on hackle brought back unwelcome memories from my own youth, as Dun necks were squirreled away in back rooms – reserved for that special customer. Each Catskill tyer eventually developed his own stable of chickens to ensure adequate dun hackle. “Live plucking” the hackle was the norm – the chickens being much too valuable to kill.

We’ve never had to run around in the dark trying to corral wise old roosters who’ve experienced a couple years of scalp pulling…

“Modern fly tiers have access to every possible shade of hackle required for any fly pattern, and the stiff hackle is superior to what we all had to live with years ago. Jack Atherton once traded one of his original paintings, worth thousands of dollars, for a hackle cape that the stiffness and color required for Neversink Skaters; tiers today don’t realize how coveted a good neck was in the early years. One can walk into any good shop and choose from a wide variety of dun shade and be assured that even the lowest grade necks are better than hackle available ten years ago.”

Indian and Chinese capes were the only thing available pre-1980’s. They were serviceable enough for flies #12 and above, but tying #16’s – with hackle less than an inch long, still brings me nightmares.

That attention to detail has propagated itself into the current hackle business, as Harry Darbee’s line of genetic chickens may have served as the initial brood stock for both amateur and commercial alike:

“The Darbee line, as it is called , has also found its way into the flock of numerous backyard breeders like Doc Alan Fried in Livingston Manor. Fried , in turn, continued Darbee’s generosity in sharing eggs, and it was through Doc Fried that Darbee DNA found its way into the Collins and Whiting hackle.” 

For the fly tyer interested in plates, dressings, and authentic patterns, you’ll not be disappointed. Step by step illustrations demonstrate the Dette-trained Valla’s Catskill mastery, and the many variants practiced by each of the above tiers. Many samples of original work are depicted from the author’s collection – and the Catskill Fly Fishing Center and Museum.

Despite the cross-continent geographic gulf, the dissimilarity in watersheds that I fish, and all the advances in synthetics and angling technology, “Catskill” style traditional dries still comprise a dominant role in the fly box. We no longer need to leave the gap behind the eye as the Turle knot has been replaced by the Clinch, but the design and simplicity of this style of dressing will likely survive another hundred years, despite the many who insist it’s outdated.

Great book, with content for both angler and fly tier alike.

(Full Disclosure: The reviewer paid full retail for the book, it’s available from Amazon.com for $32.95)

Tags: Mike Valla, Catskill Fly Fishing Center and Museum, Art Flick, Walt Dette, Rube Cross, Theodore Gordon, Harry Darbee, George LaBranche, Roy Steenrod, Preston Jennings, Tying Catskill Style Dry Flies, Turle knot, the Complete Fly Tier, Catskill angling lore

If you can cast better than Brad Pitt, here’s your chance

If your tailing loop is more convoluted than most or a gob of pancake makeup will make you prettier than Brad Pitt, you might consider being immortalized on celluloid. Unfortunately you’ll have to live somewhere near Washington, Oregon, Northern California, Michigan, Ohio, Pennsylvania and New York State …

Kype Movie Opportunity

Kype magazine is looking for ardent salmon-steelhead anglers to feature in their magazine and forthcoming DVD.

Kype is currently searching for two anglers at each fishing location along their upcoming film tour to fish side by side with Publisher and film producer, George Douglas. “This is not your typical guide trip,” said Douglas. “This is an opportunity for anglers of all levels to showcase their fishing adventure and help kids at the same time.”

The camera crew will capture you and your adventure on film to be used for national distribution. In addition to highlighting this amazing sport and providing viewers with great fishing action, the underlying theme in this series is to capture the typical or not so typical day in an angler’s life that often includes the frustrations met on the river, to the evening celebration of the big catch. Similar to reality-TV filming, Kype’s film crew documents each aspect of these trips while bringing out unique personalities and the perseverance that drives anglers to their next hook-up.

… loosely translated it suggests they might not dub over your swear words and anything confessed while inebriated will be shared with the balance of the planet posthaste.

Kype apparently sponsors Thetugisthedrug.org angling community,  if you don’t embarrass yourself on celluloid – you’ve got a couple more chances in different mediums…

I can’t apply as they’ve used “the tug is the drug”, “tight lines” and “rip lips” on a single page. I’m allergic to all three, combined they’re Kryptonite to us dirty water anglers.

Tags: Kype magazine, thetugisthedrug.org, drug free fishing, new guys, trite angling phrases, fly fishing movie, Brad Pitt

Angling for a little Swine Flu

You can rest easy knowing ALL the important freshwater gamefish will not be contracting Swine Flu.

Having endured mandatory training due to employment with a “first responder” organization,  it’s certain that while humanity may expire in a paroxysm of Phlegm; “Porkulosis”, “Bacon Lung”, or “Pigluenza” will leave freshwater fish untouched.

Yum Yum

The details of fisheries science are a mystery to me, but while listening to the health professionals insist we wash our hands hourly, and how the communal pink donut box is “… a virtual Petrie dish of exotic toxins” – I couldn’t help wonder whether us fishermen were especially at risk.

Really big fish are oft-called “Pigs” or “Porkers” and us fly fishermen lack the good sense to avoid a forcible fish exhale or sputum when the big SOB is gripped too tightly. Waders only protect us from the chest down and we could be unwittingly made “pollination vectors” as legions of big fish wheeze their way to the surface bent on payback.

Not to worry.

I considered prostrating my morals by cornering the market on 100% impermeable facemasks, getting them silk screened with Light Cahill’s and Royal Coachmen, but the thought of making freaking goddamn millions at the expense of the Brotherhood was distasteful …

In a study published September 28th ahead of print in the peer-reviewed journal Environmental Health Perspectives, researchers measured oseltamivir carboxylate (OC), the active metabolite of the popular anti-influenza drug Tamiflu (oseltamivir phosphate), in samples of sewage discharge and river water

… so if the long lines for the H1N1 become burdensome you could wait a week and gargle river water. Dosages vary based on population size, so bring at least two straws. The “prime lie” will be at the outflow nozzle and bathing in it might provide additional surface resistance.

“An antiviral drug has never been widely used before, so we need to determine what might happen. During a flu pandemic, millions of people will all take Tamiflu at the same time. Over just 8 or 9 weeks, massive amounts of the drug will be expelled in sewage and find its way into the rivers. It could have huge effects on the fish and other wildlife.”

… maybe it’ll restore all that lost testosterone?

Tags: H1N1, swine flu, the other white flu, tamiflu, sewage treatment, fly fishing humor, Light Cahill, Royal Coachman, oseltamivir carboxylate

Another Singlebarbed Science post, mainly because absolutely no one else has the patience

Me, I wallow in bad news Me, I can’t help it. Fly fishing is like the stock market and every channel has some nicely powdered fellow telling you what to buy. Most ignore the larger picture in favor of the populist message; get in now, you’re missing it.

Fishing has the same urgency for me, as I’m forced to eat a great deal of bad news and mold it into glib commentary. Which is why I’m fascinated by stream science (in all its many forms) and insist on posting these tasty little nuggets – despite your collective yawn.

It’s mostly about fresh potable water, something that our piddly little sport requires in great abundance and in the pristine variant. With the increasing density of humans and the decline in freshwater quality, most of the streams we hold dear – will be squarely in the crosshairs of plenty of important people, numerous multinational corporations, and all of them will have bigger war chests and more political clout than every conservation group added together.

… but that battle is still decades distant.

Right now, it’s about 20% of the dragonflies and damselflies disappearing in the Mediterranean, due to the scarcity of fresh water.

Dragonflies are generally known for being good indicators of water quality. Major threats for 67 percent of these Mediterranean species are habitat degradation and pollution. The Spotted Darter (Sympetrum depressiusculum), which used to be common in the Mediterranean, is now listed as Vulnerable and is declining due to the intensification of agricultural practices in rice fields.

Pollution and rice fields, sounds mighty familiar.

I tromp through the same chemical brew here in California, fishing for panting trash fish covered in Copepods, knowing that some kindred spirit in Italy is cursing his politicians as violently as I am. His damselflies will go the way of my salmon, one day they’re here and the next … the supermarket freezer has pallid stacks of frozen “color added” …

Then it’ll just be us guys spinning yarns about what used to be in that toxic rivulet the neighbor kid emptied his motor oil into.

… but Science ain’t all bad. I’m forced to wallow through an aggregation of dead, diseased, and dying – to find the occasional scientific nugget to cheer us all.

It may be safe to put them big feet back in the creek, as the sand and sediment stirred by your sliding through the fast water allows the creek to hold its shape.

Sand and siltation has always carried the evil label, as it’s known to cover spawning gravel and terraform a cobble bottom to its liking. UC Berkeley researchers suggest it also plays an important role in cutting off meanders allowing rivers to avoid fragmenting into many smaller rivulets.

The significance of vegetation for slowing erosion and reinforcing banks has been known for a long time, but this is the first time it has been scientifically demonstrated as a critical component in meandering. Sand is an ingredient generally avoided in stream restoration as it is known to disrupt salmon spawning. However, Braudrick and his colleagues have shown that it is indispensable for helping to build point bars and to block off cut-off channels and chutes–tributaries that might start and detract from the flow and health of the stream.

Animal trails and depressions in the landscape can be scoured deeper with Winter’s flows, providing the opportunity for channel formation which splits the river and diminishes flows along both branches. A combination of bank side growth and instream sand forms a “self sealing” repair kit preventing channelization of the riverbed.

Science. I got your reality show right here, babe.

Tags: channelization, meander, UC Berkeley, siltation, sand, bankside vegetation, dragonflies, damselflies, rice, tomatoes, pollution

“Less is More” holds for both writing and hot weather wading

Now that the prototype has dried out I can claim that it runs in the family. Idiocy mostly, but occasionally us Singlebarbed menfolk come out of the kitchen clutching some napkin-based idea that’s been done seventeen times before yet lacks military epaulets or bondage belt buckles popularized by the late King of Pop.

My steady whining about “too damn hot” is only drowned out by Igneous Rock’s louder lament of the same issue. He has to transition from San Francisco’s steady 65° to my summertime 105° within a 45 minute drive. Despite my living here for the last decade, the combination of humidity near the water and the forced march through the Scorching Sands of Death – has the both of us looking for something better.

… cooler, actually.

I pried the “concept” vest out of his hands as soon as I laid eyes on it. I claimed “eminent domain” as the waters nearby were all mine, he countered with “blood-rite-of-Firstborn”, but I rattled a boxful of experimental flies he hadn’t seen and won temporary custody.

The Hot Weather vest

This is merely a concept to test construction and fabrics, but the lack of fabric sets it apart from traditional fare and diminishes the heat burden significantly. Especially the back – where the large rear pocket on a vest means a double layer of fabric – complimented by the hydration pack to make a third layer of stifling warmth.

A lot of our fishing is single-purpose. All that’s needed is a couple boxes of flies, a couple spools of tippet, and a set of nippers. Shad comes to mind – hot temperatures, wading up to your navel and only one box of flies needed. Ditto for Carp and most Bass fishing.

The complexity of fishing technology is not always in our best interest. Many products are spat out like computer software, where vendors try to find some whiz-bang gadget that sets the 2010 model apart from the 2009 version, hoping you buy both. I own one and am quite pleased with it, yet have no need for half the pockets and during shad season the bottom four inches are underwater.

All the super-secret components of the next prototype are absent so older brother doesn’t mind revealing what may become a hot-weather-shorty vest. I figure I can trade flies for a neck-level cell phone pocket – I’m always on a short tether during fire season and carry one on my local trips. It’ll double as an iPod harness for the younger crowd, many of whom prefer to drown out the tinkle of the brook with the sounds of molten metal.

… and no, the lower pocket “camouflage” pattern is entirely my doing – compliments of a tunneling muskrat and opaque water. It’ll cost me some flies when Older Bro sees his “Mona Lisa” defaced, but we’ve determined it drains quickly enough – under duress.

If I could turn it into a set of “Miami Vice” shoulder holsters it’d set the Florida flats afire …

Tinkering with these products are usually a fusion of what you do for a living with what you do for a hobby. It’s that “outside the box” thinking that births the revolutionary idea versus the evolutionary. If only a couple of the ideas planned for this harness work out  – the boys at SIMM’s are going to kick themselves …

Tags: shorty wading vest, Igneous Rock, iPod, hydration pack, hot weather vest, muskrat, SIMM’s

Lunch Hour fodder: The debut of the FishCantRead eZine

Fish Can't Read eZine I’m an unapologetic supporter of the eZine format. Hard copy is good, but eventually they are dog-eared, foodstained, crumpled, and left in the bathroom – where some non-fisherperson seizes them for a quick journey to the trash can.

I like them because the online marketplace features content and authors that don’t fit the traditional mold. With minimal startup costs editors of fly fishing eZines are less afraid to risk uncommon topics and engage unknown authors – giving us rabid angling types a chance to do something other than flip the pages.

“Fishing the [Insert Famous River Here] River” or “ Indicators for Monstrous [Insert Trophy Salmonid Name Here] have had a couple of decades – and I don’t mind seeing what the new guy is using or the water he calls home.

I’ll credit the younger crowd for the new attitude, the quickness to adopt the new medium and much of the “in your face” bravado. Occasionally it may rub us the wrong way but us older crowd need a good shaking to keep us invigorated

This is Fly and Catch come to mind – and while you may not care for every article, author, or posture – they’re bringing technology and a new viewpoint to some of our hoary old traditions – and that’s refreshing change.

Our mainstream media has inbred to the point of predictability – and with many newspapers and magazines struggling in the current economic climate, we’re quite close to realizing a largely paperless subscription model.

Today marks the debut issue of “Fish Can’t Read” the latest fly fishing eZine. and I’ll donate a lunch hour and sandwich to peruse the virgin issue despite it being not work related…

… and when the Web Gendarmes call me on the phone to rattle their manacles in my ear, I’ll respond in characteristic flavor, “… glad you boys pointed that out – stop by the cafeteria on your way up as I could use more Mustard.”

Let’s give the New Kid a warm welcome … because something about him is so very familiar …

Tags: Fishcantread.com, Fish Cant Read magazine, This is Fly, Catch, ezine, online fly fishing magazine