Tags: motivational posters, fishing, fish related
Tags: motivational posters, fishing, fish related
Michigan is all over the news of late, largely because of the Supreme Court’s refusal to hear their case against Asian carp, Illinois and the Port of Chicago. Denied a second time yesterday (without explanation) the Court has one last hearing of the “Chicago Diversion” case in April – which many will say is too late.
“It makes sense for the Supreme Court to appoint a special master who’s an expert on this and have them take a look,” Schreck said. “Otherwise, they’re essentially telling six states to take a hike. I don’t think we’ve seen that very often.”
On other fronts, the first stonefly was discovered in the main branch of the Rouge River (also Michigan) – and Friends of the Rouge immediately claimed water quality improvements had borne fruit…
Both Non-Profits and Politicians are notoriously humorless and instead opted for a mixture of handwringing and elation …
I would have declared the Stonefly an invasive species, immediately requesting a tasty slice of the 78 million in “Obamabux” earmarked for the Great Lakes, dropped some cyclone fence into the water connected to car batteries, then blamed Illinois anglers for importing the sumbitch on felt soles …
The citizenry can rest easy knowing there’s no angler in office, as the result would be a couple of gunboats anchored in the harbor and a brigade of Michigan National Guard relieving the lock operators at sword’s point.
Subterfuge is required, which is why I’d suggest sending a couple of Toyota Prius’s screaming into the drink, neatly preventing the lock’s opening – and while the National Transportation and Safety engineers bickered with Toyota – the Great Lakes would be safe.
…for months.
Tags: Toyota Prius, Michigan National Guard, Asian Carp, Supreme Court, stonefly, Obamabux, Chicago Diversion
On the hundredth post I asked, “I wrote 99, surely you can write one” – but it was an epic fail. I’d already run out of things to say after the 16th article and it showed.
Today marks my 1000th post and I know better than to ask what you like.
It was a simple and inauspicious start, the attempt to buttress meager writing skills, and I assumed a daily deadline would teach me to write in a harried environment – where I lacked the luxury of a compelling idea, or simply felt like it – rather I’d have to face the blank white screen when at my weakest.
My writing has improved a bit – it’s no longer halting so much as wordy or ill conceived – but in a couple more decades I’ll have graduated to pedantic or completely opaque – and have tossed punctuation to the curb.
Its been both difficult and rewarding and I shudder at reading anything from the night before – the obvious errors, wordy posts, vague detail, and glibness that seems less so on the seventh read.
I’d prefer doing “Celebrity Skin” – that way I could foist some grainy image as “Brooke Shields Nekkid” to an audience that was riveted to every post …
1000 posts, 4000 reader comments, and 30,000 spam messages blocked – hawking everything from hair restoration to amputee porn.
… which I ogled for completely scientific reasons, mostly so you didn’t have to …
Hey,
I am working on a promotional campaign for Xxxxxx.com and was wondering if you offered advertising opportunities on your site.Can you please pass along an ad rate sheet or your pricing options, if they are available?
If you do not have established rates, I can definitely suggest some already-proven options that we’ve had success in the past with other sites. For instance, we have worked with blogs who have placed the following description to help spread the word:
“With just three simple steps a day, Xxxxxx the #1 acne system, combines real medicines with soothing botanicals. Strong enough to kill your most stubborn acne but gentle enough to use every day, Xxxxxx lets you enjoy the clear, radiant skin you’ve always wanted.”
… and then there’s the advertisers. They remind me of all the things I’ve seen in glossy print that jar me from a reverie on angling technique or the stunning environments I’ve never seen and never will fish, and remind me to walk a fine line on the commercial endeavor.
They get Singlebarbed humor in the same measure as the angling industry:
Thanks for the inquiry Xxxxx, but no thanks.
Singlebarbed is a fly fishing blog and while my readers may be afflicted with hideous acne, I prefer them to remain that way.
I liken this to a magazine of one. It’s a mix of everything that would never be printed in a real magazine (for good reason), blended with the power of the Internet – allowing me to discard the notion that magazines are monthly, that demographics rule content, and editors that insist on sex when it’s the punctuation that needs the work.
It’s likely I’ve offended plenty. I’m not shy about sharing my perception of inequities foisted on us by politicians, vendors, established aristocracy, and someone’s ill conceived notion of angling.
I believe that a fishing rod shouldn’t cost as much as they do – that a wading mat is stupid, that brand does not make the fisherman, that a tight loop is the result of years of chucking little stuff at littler stuff, and youthful arrogance and Extreme is the new Elitism.
Maybe it’s your lunch hour – or perhaps a stolen moment at work, in either case it’s been my pleasure to entertain.
By my count there were six worthy moments and 994 that started with potential and died a horrible death. We’ll do better on the next thousand.
Tags: Singlebarbed.com, blogging, 1000th post
The potential exists for one last massive upheaval to the site. Scheduled for this weekend, it’s possible we’ll be offline for the better part of a day while sites are swapped between partitions and memory is reallocated to the respective blogs.
While it’s certain you’re pining away for fly fishing irreverence – we’ll be delivering what we can as memory and Nyquil’s fading bravado allow.
As always, we’re backed by tech support’s best interpretation of tea leaves and their sterling warranty …
“Three feet out the door, or thirty feet down the driveway.”
Naturally my first thoughts are conspiracy. Some war mongering industrial conglomerate attempting to take my “just kill me” flu induced weakness, to bar my prose from the collective consciousness …
… although the Trout Underground claims otherwise – something about the backup module of the blog software generating page faults that eventually took out a city block worth of servers.
I figure Shakespeare had the same problem, which is why he and Mickey Spillane went the “dead tree” route.
While vile conspiracy sought to muzzle us forever, I was saved by a golden haired angel that replenished our larder with the barest of essentials, wooden peanut butter sandwiches compliments of the Girl Scouts.
Something to read, something to imbue with mucous, and something out of character to fill our belly in between naps – all the prerequisites for a sustained recovery.
Tags: test post, flu, sustained recovery, conspiracy
This is TC of the Trout Underground (the fool who hosts Singlebarbed so all you malcontents will have a place to hang out together, leaving the rest of us alone), and I won’t go into the gritty details about what’s been happening beneath the surface here at Singlebarbed’s blog.
Suffice it to say we’ve struggled with a bad Web server, and moving a corrupted blog to a new host (which was crashing as a result) wasn’t ideal.
And yes, I’ve seen a few largely sleepless nights as a result.
Basically, Jack London stuff, but on a digital level.
Hopefully, we’ve got the bugs worked out, but we were forced to revert Singlebarbed’s damaged site to a backup taken a couple days ago.
I expect Singlebarbed – as soon as he’s back among the living, and free of his Nyquil-induced haze – will handle his missing posts (parts of which were recovered).
Sadly, there’s not much to be done about the last couple day’s lost comments.
With any luck, there won’t be any more posts like this. (Then again, with any luck, there won’t be any more blogs like this either.)
You may resume your normal blogging activities.
See you on the Internet, Tom Chandler.
The next 24-48 hours things may be a little dicey, as Singlebarbed moves from it’s existing web host to a new vendor. This will require a domain name change (DNS) that will have to propagate over to other servers to update the site’s IP address and locale.
What that means in simple terms is that your browser may send you somewhere we aren’t – and the condition will persist until your local address cache or DNS server receives the updated location.
… which is why my posts are few and far between this weekend. We chew fingernail while the Trout Underground ignores spouse, children, and Valentine’s Day – to ensure your access to fly fishing fancy remains inviolate …
Tags: DNS server, IP address, chew fingernails, web host, Liquid Motion
A Saturday scout in between rain showers. The Little Stinking, swollen and defiant… Bagged it in preference to assembling an artery hardening ensemble of deep fried, coagulated, and partially hydrogenated Superbowl chow.
It was the Czech’s against the Slovak’s at my place – and the first quarter featured Strawberry Yogurt Pretzels and …
… Brachycentrus, which suddenly sprouted a hint of Claret to match – washed down with a fully leaded French Roast chaser.
The second quarter started briskly, and while Drew Brees clawed a couple of Indianapolis body parts out of his facemask, the Czech’s retaliated with …
… the Black Bean, Cilantro and Tomato nymph. I was a mess – hyped on sugar, caffeine, and with a methane potential of a herd of fattened bovines.
By the third quarter the Saint’s fans were getting raucous while the Indianapolis crowd grew silent. As the excitement grew I was noisily toasting each and every catch, run, and timeout. I’d sworn off the bean dip, yet it would haunt me throughout the day.
The spinach and black olive veggie loaf was the antidote – yet it added a certain hallucinogenic bent. Embellishments started to come unbidden to the latest Czech patterns – and the book was closed in favor of the Sunset Rhyacophila …
By the fourth quarter I was on the downward spiral while the Saint’s began their ascendancy. The down side being that the obscene mixture ingested allowed me to translate both Czech and Slovak – and I could read the giggles and catcalls from the tiers whose patterns I was attempting to reproduce.
… which was a warning sign it was time to hit the medicine cabinet, but not before finishing a dozen of the Pepcid-Maalox Olive Dun in size 14 …
I think I missed the Lombardi trophy, but I was past caring …
Tags: Czech nymphs, Olive Dun, Slovak fly tiers, Czech fly patterns, Brachycentrus, Rhyacophila, Super Bowl, California cuisine, Maalox, fly tying
Most would agree that Nike has always been a poster child for cutting edge marketing coupled with a flair for picking the proper spokesman.
Michael Jordan is an empire unto himself, and while Tiger Woods is no slouch, the “Just Do It” mantra might have touched a nerve …
Nike’s mistake was using one of fly fishing’s most sacred words to brand a product – affording me the luxury of taking them to task.
Mayfly? You sure you want to name them that?
I’d sure want a $50 dollar running shoe designed for a single 100m marathon, complete with Tyvek uppers and embossed wings – until I learned the real “Mayfly” spent up to three years underwater and emerged for a week or so intent on nothing but sex …
… I’d tiptoe around these two or three times trying to determine whether I’d burrow, cling or crawl, scratch all my skin off – then mount the fellow holding the starter pistol …
Tags: Nike Mayfly, Tyvek paper, sexual stage, branding