Category Archives: Nothing to do with Fishing

Hail the returning warriors and their feats of daring

Pioneer_Starbucks Yet another reason to fiddle with caustic chemicals and satanic dyeing ritual; when the French Press dies an ignoble death after being rapped too harshly on the sink – you’re only mildly put out …

Two fur strainers and a paper towel, and Starbuck’s is a distant memory.

With the entire angling world returning from three days in the piney woods with matching stubble and tales of hardship, I wanted to show solidarity …

Extra pioneer points scored for the remnants of blue green fur by the handle.

Tasted pretty damn good too.

Tags: French Press, French roast, inmate coffee, invention, dyeing fur, fly tying

Storage Issues

Medium Ginger nymphLooking at all those little packs of dubbing and gauging capacity were I to wad them into a single container. Nearby are the zip loc bags groaning under the stress of a couple ounces of custom dyed, blended, or curried fur …

The catalog offers either the 64 ounce or the 128 ounce size, nicely uniform containers that would bring some much needed order to my burgeoning collection of fur.

I opted for the 64’s – and it looks more like the 128’s would have been the better choice …

Tags: fly tying dubbing, dubbing storage, medium ginger dubbing

It’s like Jesus hisself goes fishing, only better

No, I don’t expect you to understand the attraction, being a San Francisco native  and growing up in the halcyon days of local football imparts a special reverence.

I don’t want to go fishing with Roger Craig, I want to have his Love Child.”

In or out of wedlock, it don’t matter…

Now that he’s the latest host with a fishing show on World Fishing Network, I may have to buy a TV – or cable, or both.

As the rest of the civilized world was helpless cannon fodder for nearly a decade, the quartet of Jerry Rice, Joe Montana, Bill Walsh, and Roger Craig, became deities to us locals, especially so as the hated Oakland Raiders had been to the Show, and we hadn’t.

Five Superbowls later we annexed Oakland, because we felt like it.

Them as suffered and still hold a grudge can “hook up with Mariko Azumi” – and forswear the legendary 49’er running back for the giggle-bikini action, but it’s a poor surrogate for us bitchslapping your football team for the better part of ten years.

 

Just a taste of Roger Craig against the hated “Lambs”, they had Erik Dickerson and we had Roger, and the entire city would close down quietly as the lights of Candlestick flickered on.

I had a front row seat to something really special.

Tags: Roger Craig, San Francisco 49er’s, Hall of Fame running back, high stepping, World Fishing Network, San Francisco, they were Gods

Decontaminating your waders will take more than 409

Eleven feet of fly eating awesomeness It’s one very poor argument for nuclear power. While biologists pump steroids into trout eggs to boost muscle mass, it might be simpler just to use the hatchery pond as the coolant for a small nuclear reactor …

Some five years ago the Russian nuclear attack submarine Komsomolets sank in the Norwegian Sea. The event caused consternation in the Soviet Navy, high interest in NATO maritime and intelligence circles, and apprehension among environmentalists. This concern arose particularly in Norway, for the submarine’s broken hull holds two nuclear reactors and at least two torpedoes with nuclear warheads containing plutonium, one of the most toxic substances known to man. Since the sinking, Russian authorities have elicited to an unprecedented degree scientific assistance from other countries and used remote sensors and minisubmersibles to find Komsomolets, measure radiation leakage, and assess the stability of the wreck.

– via the Central Intelligence Agency

Recently some Norwegian fellow spies an 11 foot long herring off his coast, which is a smidge over the traditional size – and likely to trigger a storm of protest from the fly fishing purists …

… mostly because it was already dead, he landed it by hand, and none of us can decide whether that’s dry or wet…

Tags: Komsomolets maritime disaster, oarfish, plutonium enhanced biological yummy

Fair, Balanced, and completely ignorant of what the poor fellow is talking about

walter-cronkite It’s bad enough they’ve had to exhume Walter Cronkite and Edward R. Murrow six or seven times – largely due to the vibrations of them turning in the grave was scaring school kids.

… and major networks have to use slogans like, “fair and balanced”  to remind themselves why they’re filming some powdered milquetoast in the first place.

The reporting of news has been dead for some time, with the promotion of non-news a weak substitute.

Consider the poor fly tyer or fishing expert on display for the local citizenry; he’s already sweating profusely with all those curious eyes staring fixedly, and Jimmy Olsen Cub Reporter wads a microphone in his face for the obligatory soundbyte – hoping he’ll mention something scatological or completely profound, and not caring which …

Our hero does his best to mention aquatic insects, catch & release, stream stewardship, invasive species, and the weight-free nature of fly fishing versus heaving a projectile …

… and wakes the next morning to :

To catch fish, anglers must use proper bait, ****** said. He explained that fly fishing requires a particular kind of pole, string and bait because trout eat aquatic insects.

“On a regular fishing pole, the bait is weighted, but on a fly fishing pole the bait is so light that the string is the weight,” ****** said.

******** of Trout Unlimited demonstrated how fly fishing bait is created. He used feathers, wire and other light materials to tie a fly that would be the same weight as the insects.

It’s plain that our friend Jimmy scribbled little during the interview, and was gazing intently at the Jailbait selling Cotton Candy – hoping his press credential would mean something.

It never fails to make my teeth grate noisily. My only solace knowing once Jimmy is promoted to full time anchor he’ll drop an “F-Bomb” while interviewing Martha Stewart or confuse the Dalai Lama with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s …

… that red blinking light on the camera, that’s your career light Jimmy-Boy

Tags: bad journalism, fourth estate, Fair and Balanced, fly fishing show, fly fishing bait, fly fishing pole, fly fishing string

Dump the Hodgeman stock and short SIMM’s

Waterproof and breathable is so yesterday, along with all that Extreme you hoped to find. Simm’s will never recover and it seems water repelling rubber soles are the new aesthetic  – with both cleats and felt discarded out of hand.

Likewise for fly rods and Tenkara, as the real aficionados will be touting bare knuckle.

… and for the devout, you’ll have to rework the Jesus legend, as “Ulf” appears to enjoy similar powers …

Those long August afternoons offer ample cross training opportunities, and come the evening hatch you can run right out there with the rest of the throng and grab the fish by the lower lip just as it breaks the surface.

Mayfly? Denied!

Tags: Liquid Mountaineering, walking on water, something to do when fishing sucks,

Yet another pseudonym for our favorite invasive

Once the Madison Ave boys kick the campaign into high gear we’ll all be lining up for “Kentucky Tuna.” They’ll have to pull the White Lightning from school lunches, but what child doesn’t gaze adoringly at his Momma when offered a Tuna sand …

The pearly white flesh – complicated by a series of bones – is described as tasting like a cross between scallops and crabmeat by New Orleans chefs working on possible recipes. 

Granny says you can eat it

It’s our old pal the Asian Carp, canned to soften the bones, dipped in sour mash, relish, and mayo, and regurged onto innocent yet fortified Wonderbread.

“We’re trying to break that mindset, because a lot of people are prejudiced against the name ‘carp,’” said Sid Dasgupta, associate professor and principal investigator in the Division of Aquaculture and Environmental Sciences at KSU.

“This fish is not bad at all – it’s excellent.”

Us anglers are the root cause of all that slander, heaping scorn on anything with an inferior mouth or feelers. Innocent civilians are largely unawares of fish feeding habits and lifestyles until they join the throng heaving sandwich slices at the appreciative Golden Horde.

It’s for the same reason dog has fallen from fashion as restaurant fare, you know what it eats – and what it licks afterwards …

They experimented with the catch, smoking filets, canning the fish to soften the bones, and grinding it into fish cakes, croquets and salad.

True validation, and you know it’s coming, is when McDonald’s replaces the Fillet O’ Fish with our Asian interloper – until then all the blind taste tests and Cajun chefs are blowing hot air.

Yessir, no Dolphins were bycatch from our nets, but the sandwiches do jump around some when a Semi goes by …

Tags: Asian Carp, Fillet O’ Fish, Madison Ave spin, Cajun chef, the Wonderbread Hatch

A fitting end to a “Wedding Cake” Fin Nor

The miracle of modern chemistry Six weeks of rehab isn’t changing anything, it’s just celebrity traffic school for first offenders. Like the Phoenix, recently emerged and armed with the verve of the righteous, we’re supposed to wear our addictions like the Albatross, around the neck.

Proof positive that we’ve licked the Beast, or at least that’s what our press agent claims…

They missed all the really compelling addictions, certainly all those related to fishing and the outdoors – and not even a 24K clumsily rolled roach in honor of Tom Stienstra.

For fly tiers it would have to be Sterling silver hackle pliers. The bulk of our milk and egg money was pizzled away on exotic chickens while the kids went hungry. In the wrong company they could pass as a roach clip – that way you don’t have to reveal your obsession to them as are uninterested in anything other than your hoarding of the Tofu-Watermelon sandwiches.

hardy_necklace The rest of us could wear a fragment of the $800 rod we sat on, perhaps with the label foremost – or at least a guide wrap visible so we could give each other the nod, and cluck our tongues in commiseration.

… and it would be a great way to part with that odd extra spool from a reel long past its prime. Put an hour and minute hand on it and claim how you and Flava Flav invented wrap music.

Yeah Boy!

Tags: wearable addiction, hardy spool, Flava Flav, rap, hackle pliers, Tom Stienstra, Cast of vices

The League of Women Voters would decline to host it

Napoleon Dynamite There’s a cadre of coaches to groom candidates on the smallest of details – and what’s blurted out during the primary is refined into easily digestible sound bytes for the election.

Some hideous side of my character has always wanted a presidential election to rest solely on the angler vote. Perhaps it’s because we can finally ignore the issues that placate elements of left and right like family values and carbon taxes; we can waive the issues we’re not sure we understand – and we know he doesn’t – like stem cell research or drilling off Malibu, and focus on just the fishing angle … as unimportant and fractious as that might be …

… seeing Dan Rather with a straight face, asking insightful questions akin to, “Mr. President, do you think it fair to have fish forced to copulate, strip them of their children, raise them in an urban setting surrounded by concrete, then force them into the wild without food – and subject them to a gauntlet of marshmallow-laden treble hooks?”

You have to admit you’d be riveted, especially with NBC and your family asking whether he’d pooched the answer or no…

We won’t have the pleasure anytime soon, but as the UK attempts to form a coalition government, the Angling Times was put in an enviable position as it interviewed the Opposition Party’s candidate for Prime Minister, David Cameron.

As it’s not my election, nor am I privy to a single solitary issue – we are allowed free reign.

“Angling isn’t just safe, we will actively promote it. I am a fan of fishing.”

The above sounds suspiciously like the “some of my best friends are fishermen” coached response. “Fans” are for organized sports, not the disorganized, every-man-for-hisself, rabble that fishing is so famous for …

Q: Can you tell us if you’ve ever fished?

“I’ve got quite a good fishing heritage. My grandfather was a brilliant fly fisherman and I remember when we went on holiday together up in North Wales and we had a picnic on the banks of the River Clwyd. My sock floated off down the river and he cast for it and got it on the third time. It was 20 yards downstream and flying down the river, and I remember thinking ‘what a God among men’. He was a very good angler and also had pike to 24lb.

“I still do a bit of fishing, but not as much as I’d like to. I went mackerel fishing with the children this summer and we ate everything we caught, I’m pleased to say. I do a very good smoked mackerel paté.”

A point for mentioning fly fishing, two more for comparing talented fly fishermen with gods – but undone by the smoked mackerel paté reference (at least in the Colonies), and losing his sock might be equated to misplacing a hangar full of MIRV’s, so it’s a wash.

Q:How important do you perceive recreational angling to be in this country?

“Incredibly important. There are four million people who, in one way or another, take part in fishing and it’s an incredibly widespread sport that a lot of people get an enormous amount of pleasure out of.

“I am an outdoors person. I love growing my own vegetables, I love being in the countryside, I love walking, I like fishing. I like all these things. It is a great way to spend time outdoors and to have a pastime, to take exercise, and it’s something we should be encouraging.

“Fishing is very good on every level. Whether it is well-being, whether it is bio-diversity, whether it is understanding nature, I’m a fan and a supporter.”

The numbers suggest his pollsters have him up to speed, but vegetable growing first – fishing mentioned fourth. Any presidential candidate worth his salt would have mentioned “I grew dope in college, but never inhaled”… and if fishing was second, he’s a stoned throw from coronation.

Q: How can you assure anglers that the Conservative Party is the party for anglers?

“First of all, the leader of the party likes fishing and that is a good start. In any given year I will be trying to catch a mackerel or trying to catch a trout. The main thing is that we will have a team in DEFRA who understand and support all country sports, including angling, which is the most popular. And I think in terms of the policies we are developing, which are pro bio-diversity, pro countryside, pro sport, I think you will have a very, very big listening ear to speak to.”

Which is about what I’d expect from a fellow running for office. He’ll listen plenty while running for office, not so much once elected. The only bright spot being his equanimity for all types of fishing:

“We need to make sure we don’t over-emphasise game fishing as against coarse fishing. We need to be balanced. We won’t forget sea anglers either, who are one of the fastest growing parts of fishing.”

… so he may have swayed some of the Brownline contingent, but all in all I’d say it was a pretty miserable showing.

Our version would have some apoplectic senator at the other podium, coifed and controlled until his pollsters saw this as a final gasp, in which case he’d pound lectern and insist, “dammit Bob, you ain’t been fishing since you was twelve, and by all accounts you were a complete sissy-bitch!”

… “Mr. President, you have thirty seconds for a counter-rebuttal…”

Tags: fishing politics, Angling Times, Opposition party, David Cameron, brownline, coarse fishing, presidential debate, didn’t inhale, fly fishing

Thirty five Chickens or a couple boxes of stale Ho-Ho’s

Breakfast will be a bit of a liability, but I can just point out the cars in the parking lot with coolers.  While he’s separating the body and chassis by way of the ripped off door, I’ll be cleaning my fingernails and keeping an eye out for cops. “Big Fluffy” as a sidekick kind of opens the field a bit allowing me to ignore most human niceties, fishing regulations, trespassing issues, and neatly guarantees my solitude in your riffle.

Brutus the grizzly bear enjoys his 25,000-calorie breakfast — 35 pounds of treats such as raw chickens or carrot cake — but when his human best friend, naturalist Casey Anderson, presents him with a fresh, flopping fish, Brutus is confused and uninterested.  Raised by Casey from birth, Brutus is used to having his food delivered.  Now, Casey sets off on an adventure to the Alaska wilderness to observe Brutus’ grizzly cousins salmon fishing, hoping to gain new insight into their technique and teach it to his six-foot, 800-pound, furry friend.

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I want this guy’s job …

Once “Pooh Bear” and me shoulder through the remnants of the fly shop’s door jamb, I’d mention, to no one at large, “Brutus needs to learn to fish, I’ll take that Scott, two of those Sage’s, the zipper-front Simms, and a handful of those Bogdans in the display case – all on the house, right?”

… and if some fellow feeling plucky so much as trembles a lower lip, I’ll point and tell my furry pal, “Look BooBoo, it’s a talking Twinkie!” They don’t have to know that “Fleabit” only kills for red licorice – and they can find that out in syndication…

Then we get helicoptered into some serious pristine, and as I gear up – I’ll glance at the competition and tell Brutus, “clear the riffle …” The salmon and steelhead will be running – as will all the guides, nature lovers, and sleepy-eyed fellows that got there at the crack of dawn.

Any handler worth his salt recognizes there’s no need for a magnum sidearm, all that’s required to immobilize a hungry, charging bear is a theater sized Ju-Ju-Bee’s.

Tags: National Geographic channel, teach a bear to fish, salmon, grizzly bear, Bogdan, Scott, sage, simm’s, Casey Anderson