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Rivers of a Lost Coast released to DVD

You saw it, you loved it, and now you can drive the wimmenfolk batty with the original DVD, or merely the soundtrack – or both.

Rivers of a Lost Coast has been released on DVD, available for $29.95 from the folks at Skinny Fist Productions. It’s just in time to wreak havoc on the entire Thanks-Christmas holiday – and may cause the in-laws to stop fist fighting over who-likes-who-the-mostest.

Rivers of a Lost Coast

Bill Schaadt was a name mentioned with great reverence around the San Francisco scene of my youth. It was respect more than veneration, as his antics caused as much bile as admiration among anglers of the day.

I never knew the man, but like all of us – fished in his footsteps.

I’ve fished the Russian River many times, without success. Although I had a couple of near “hook ups” when I burst through the underbrush and emerged in the middle of a gay nudist beach … who thought my neoprene-encased svelte form was the second coming of John Wayne, hisself.

I apologized profusely, and tried the Gualala after that …

Tags: Rivers of a Lost Coast, Bill Schaadt, Ted Lindner, Russian River Steelhead, Skinny Fist Productions

The Ekich Rotary Bobbin

Seeing a new wrinkle in any of our traditional regalia has always piqued my interest. Cameron Mortenson at the Fiberglass Manifesto (via Moldy Chum) sent me a little tidbit figuring it would whet the creative juices.

The idea of a $100 fly tying bobbin would have had us gagging a couple of years ago, but once fly rods broke the $1000 barrier the lines between reality and fantasy became blurred – and almost anything is acceptable.

Billed as a rotary bobbin, with constant force spring and ability to retract thread as well as dispense it – an interesting idea, and something we don’t currently enjoy with our aging fleet of Matarelli bobbins and the countless imitations that Frank’s bobbins have spawned …

The Ekich Bobbin

The Ekich bobbin is available in Trout (20mm) and Steelhead (35mm) sizes, stainless steel or ceramic lined.

It appears the spring must be discharged periodically. My interpretation of the user guide suggests the spool needs to be reseated slightly to discharge the thread tension after usage.

Pulling the thread rotates the spool in a clockwise direction storing energy in the spring/clutch mechanism. The spring dispenses 60 cm (24″) of thread. At this point, it is fully wound and there is a noticeable increase in thread tension. The spring needs to be reset by lifting the spool just enough to disengage the drive pin. This reset is also required prior to thread cutting. The amount of thread left outside the tube during the resetting process will remain there without being rewound.

Cutting that small tang off the faceplate appears it may eliminate the need to discharge the spring, but it would also remove the ability to respool the line.

I love gadgets. Unfortunately, revolutionary change is elusive – and fly tying and its aged tools seem to be an excellent candidate for modernization, yet our quaint and curmudgeonly pastime resists change quite effectively.

It’s an interesting concept, worthy of the couple minute read ..

Tags: The Fiberglass Manifesto, Ekich rotary bobbin, fly tying tools, fly tying, Matarelli bobbin,

Things that dispense noisily that Bears won’t eat

It’s one of many angling axioms, how the outdoors-fishing ritual guarantees some unnatural food tucked away in a vest, or cooler, and daylighted with great trepidation knowing the catcalls and scorn that will greet luxury items from those roughing it.

A couple days worth of whiskers and yesterday’s underwear is about as close to Jim Bridger and Dan’l Boone as they’re willing to go, and reverence for the wilderness experience won’t slow them while they help themselves to your Big City larder and that bottle of fine brandy.

It ain't food unless it goes BLORT

Hardened urbanites prefer speed over flavor, evidenced by the growth of drive thru eateries. It may be time to fuse technology and  outdoor cuisine and give the traditional campfire fare a similar expedient makeover.

The threat of bears and lack of refrigeration eliminates “real” food from our repertoire, but Modern Science has provided us with Freeze Dried, desiccated powders we can recombine with creek water, and aerosol-extrusion whose tasty flatulence can now change camp life forever…

I call it “Blort” cuisine. Things that dispense noisily that bears won’t eat.

I’ve always found the Batter Blaster indispensable on my expeditions – and have christened it “Culinary Duct Tape.”

Any lip from “Mr. Roughing It” on the far side of the campfire and you give him a three second burst … flat tire? The Batter Blaster will seal the puncture and inflate the tire in seconds.

Shat onto a hopper hook, it makes a resilient foam body that can be shaped with a pocket knife into a dizzying assortment of terrestrials.

It’s chum for coarse fish, “silly string” for the kids, and any resemblance to actual pancakes is accidental.

Tags: outdoor culinary adventure, don’t try this at home, duct tape, roughing it,

Why we’re never consulted on game design

I’ve got more than my fair share of hideous vices but gambling hasn’t been one of them…

… actually I should retract that, as fishermen are among the most egregious gamblers known, we risk time, money, and domestic bliss on every throw of the rod.

it was the fly that caught my attention

It was the fly that caught my attention. A small blurb about the launch of three new online slot games, and while the fishing theme struck a chord I still couldn’t figure how it would translate to the degenerate gambling crowd.

When the fisherman appears on reels 1 and 5 at the same time, the Fly Fishing Bonus begins. During this bonus game, you’ll be able to choose 5 fish from the river in front of you. The fish have multiplier prizes ranging from 2X to 15X.

I guess they figure fly fishing was such a sure thing that you just point at the fish and they swim to your feet, light the charcoal and fillet themselves …

The game designer is obviously a genius with zero’s and one’s – but he’s never fished in his (or her) life. We know the reality:

… When the fisherman appears on reels 1 and 5 at the same time, the Fly Fishing Bonus begins. During this bonus game, you’ll insert 15 more coins, resulting in a blast of arctic air from the console, and a small spigot will appear waist high and pizzle icy water down your pants leg.

You’ll be able to see 5 fish from the river in front of you, three will be too deep, one will be out of casting range, and the last one – the largest, will simply ignore you.

Not likely to set any casino records for coin inhalation – what with a bunch of guys holding newspapers on their lap so the waitress doesn’t see the spreading dampness.

… not to mention her asking for ID every time she brings a watered down drink.

Tags: online casino, fly fishing game, Alaska fishing, degenerate gamblers, degenerate fishermen, fly fishing for money, vices, gambling fishermen

That 70’s cloth none of us admit to wearing? That shortened your life too

Darth Polyester

I figure it was some great sin in a past life – nothing newsworthy or famous, just some callous Lothario that fleeced spinsters of their birthright, some real estate wunderkind that unloaded worthless railroad right-of-way by foreclosing on widows and orphans.

Others have a knack for useful things like plumbing or electrical wiring, own a house full of beaming children and spend most of their time basking in the adoring gaze of their spouse.

Me, I wallow in toxins.

I smile as girlfriend backs out of the garage, giving “thumbs up” while waving the list of “honey-do’s” – and as soon as she’s upwind I’m adding a dab of this to a dollop of that, all of which have skulls and crossbones on the label.

… all of which say, “empty into your sink when finished.”

The sport may be “green” but its components are pure death.

With strong winds in the area and “Momma” elsewhere, it was time to explore polyester and the disperse dyes needed to give it lasting color. Synthetics can be made from thousands of polymers, many of the items we use can be derivatives of nylon, polyester, rayon, or even a component of a natural material like viscose, comprised of plant or wood fiber.

All we see is “shiny” or “sparkly” and rarely delve further than shelling out the money for a nickel bag.

The nice folks that make the raw Soft Crimp Angelina material had sent me the Holy Grail of their “doll hair” fiber, a material data sheet that outlined the temperatures the fiber melts at, the temp the fiber loses its iridescence, and similar data that would allow me to dye their product without torching too many Ben Franklin’s …

Many of you have asked about the material, which is unavailable anywhere except in tiny little packets labeled, “Ice Dub.” I use it in raw form in countless flies and dubbing blends, but have shied away from coloring it because polyester requires caustic chemicals and plenty of heat.

Tasty Peacock Green  … not to mention the fumes, which is the Shit are pervasive and great odiferous. A well ventilated environment is needed so you can get the entire neighborhood lit and as kitchen cabinets, countertops, and flooring may be unknown material (may contain polyester) you can’t afford to drip the stuff on anything other than porcelain or stainless steel.

Skin is no problem. You could dip your head in it and brush your teeth, and after a couple whiffs you’ll want to …

Pro Chemical & Dye has dyes for every type of fiber you’ll encounter. With only 12 colors available for polyester you’ll need to learn the artist’s color wheel and how to construct complex colors from their components.

Example: Olive, a complex color made of equal parts yellow and green, with 1/2 a part of dark grey or black. Add yellow to make it a “warm” olive, and more green to make it a “cold” olive, and add more black to make it a dark olive (either warm or cold). For the below colors I used equal parts Kelly green and Buttercup yellow, and a half part of Cool Black (Pro Chemical & Dye colors). Using Buttercup versus the Bright Yellow means I’ll err on the side of a warm Olive.

As I’ve had experience in dyeing colors and building shades and tints using their components, my goal was to build a color that resembles a Peacock herl or eye. The iridescence was the easy part – it was built right into the Aurora Soft Crimp Angelina, which has motes of bronze, green, and gold.

Peacock is a double complex color as it would be described as green, olive, dark green, bright green, or bronze, depending on the location of the herl and the genetics of the bird itself.

You can’t dye material “peacock” – instead you dye three or four colors around it and blend them to make the final coloration. This is much easier than it sounds as dye baths will alter shades and color depending on the amount of time the material is left soaking.

Three shades, one dye bath

Here is the damp material after 3 minutes (left), 6 minutes (top), and 9 minutes (bottom). One dye bath to color all three shades, only immersion time differs.

Blended Angelina under Morning light

Here’s the final blended color seen under morning light. You can pick out the lighter tints and darkened fibers in the aggregate mass – and I still have the three other shades should I want to alter it further. I used the same formula when blending the result; one part green, one part darker olive, half a part of the darkest shade.

Used on a leech

The above shows the mixture used on a traditional leech pattern, note how the florescent light makes the material much more green than the prior photo shot outdoors. Florescent is a “white” light – not blue tinted as is normal sunlight, it always lightens colors by one or more shades.

#14 Zug Bug

I always hated tying Zug Bugs as the peacock has difficulty hiding the bulge of lead wire underneath – plus its fragility. Above is a #14 Zug Bug tied with the blended color, note how the slip of mallard lies flat on the back (as it should). The finer filament coupled with the ability to build the proper taper with dubbing gives much more control over the fly than wound herl, and the durability is increased at the same time.

That's no "dime" bag

I still need a great deal more practice with these new dyes but once I’ve built the formula for colors and immersion times, I’ll be able to reproduce these with reasonable surety. Returning the material to its dry and fluffy state is also quite problematic as I’m still un-matting the fibers by hand.

Knowing my “stay of execution” is limited – I’m hustling the dye pot outside as soon as each color is achieved, there to cool down while fumes exit the house. The ceramic disk attached to the storm drain stares at me accusingly – a large fish with the entreaty, “this empties directly into the river.”

I considered the crime briefly, but opted for the squirrel burrow in the backyard. While the label says it’s safe I’d rather be entertained by a florescent Orange squirrel staggering out of his burrow on unsteady legs.

The kids next door trundle up to investigate and I’m unaware until the little blond angel wrinkles her nose and says, “oOo, what’s that smell?”

They’re peering into the algae colored water with the shiny bits of debris  – and I’m croaking out my best sinister through the rebreather, “ .. in the cauldron boil and bake, eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of your dog …”

… they screamed appreciatively all the way back to the house. Ma came out to make sure all was well – and fixed me with the obligatory “you are so bad” look as soon as chubby fingers pointed in my direction.

It means visitors next Saturday night requiring a double fistful of Snickers to pay for my sins.

Tags: Peacock, Ice Dub, Soft Crimp Angelina, Pro Chemical & Dye, polyester, disperse dyes, Halloween, little blond angel, toxic chemicals, Leech, Zug Bug, fly tying materials, fly tying

The Prodigal Son Returned, Partridge of Redditch

Partridge Bartleet Single Salmon, from the Good Old Days Recent developments in Europe has the Partridge Hook company returning to UK ownership. Purchased by Fishing Matters, manufacturers of the Varivas and Order hooks.

We can only hope for a return to the esoteric greatness of the past, as Partridge was the last of the large Redditch manufacturers, whose stable of wonderfully individual hooks defied the mainstream for many years.

Press release to follow:

Partridge of Redditch, one of the oldest established fish hook brands, has been sold by O. Mustad & Son to UK company Fishing Matters. After negotiations dating back to May this year, Fishing Matters owner Mark Hamnett confirmed to Angling International that he took possession of Partridge this week.

Hamnett established his company in 2005 and counts Varivas and Owner among a prestigious client list.

“We have grown up very quickly,” he said. “The acquisition of Partridge is a significant leap for us and will increase our revenue four-fold.“We are extremely pleased to have one of the leading hook brands in the world under our ownership. It fits extremely well with our portfolio.“This acquisition takes us from importer/distributor to global brand owner and gives us a critical mass with which to develop the company. We will be focusing on hooks for the foreseeable future. We want to develop and consolidate Partridge as a premium brand.”

The sale of Partridge brings to an end 13 years of Mustad ownership. Ole Bjerke was Managing Director of Partridge for ten years in the UK and continued to manage the brand when he relocated to France in 2006. Bjerke, now Vice President, Portfolio Management and Marketing, led the negotiations for Mustad and spoke to Angling International shortly after the deal had been concluded to explain the decision.

“Mustad’s strategy is to focus on its core brands and after much consideration we decided that it would be better for the Partridge brand if it were in someone else’s hands.“We subsequently talked to a number of interested parties and are very happy to have reached agreement with Mark. He has done a very good job with his brands. He is committed, enthusiastic and he delivers. The deal is very positive for Partridge.“

Tags: Varivas, Fishing Matters, Partridge of Redditch, O. Mustad & Sons, Mark Hamnett, Angling International,

Where we make like Imelda Marcos and still spend the night on the couch

The telltale squeal of feminine voices has me tightening my grip on Sweetpea’s arm, an attempt to steer her clear of a consumptive orgy while maintaining possession of wallet, credit cards, and our immediate destiny.

We’ve inadvertently stumbled across a sale whose neatly stacked boxes and fearful clerks are about to be trampled in a rush of appreciative females.

Sensing my sudden attempt to steer opposite, and while I’m flirting with an icy stare and a lifetime of penance, someone screams one of the many Fly Fishing Reserved Words …

“… Ooo, they’ve got Stoneflies! …”

Like any dutiful spouse, I reverse course to throw elbows and chop-block the opposition while my “running back” gingerly tiptoes over the corpses and bleeding shoppers in my wake.

The Stonefly shoe

… and yes, I was completely taken in. Nothing whatsoever to do with fishing.

The clerk looks me over with distaste and just before he summons the mall cops, I seize the bit …

Got any wading boots?”

The sudden silence attests to my genius, I’m no longer the brutish lout that stepped on little kids and Grandma – I’m now a shopping “Alpha Dog” – who fought his way to the front while the pack snarls over my table scraps…

The clerk stammers, “I don’t believe we have any of those …?”

Oh, okay. Thanks.”

Now it’s Madam’s turn to pull me away from the suddenly appreciative throng. A pear-shaped fellow that can “Sale-fu” as well as the Sisterhood is a hot commodity.

Fly fishing’s reserved words should never be plastered on tawdry products – it’s akin to yelling “fire” in a darkened theater.

Tags: Stonefly shoes, yelling fire in a theater, clingers, epic fail, fly fishing reserved words,

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

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

What’s up, Dawg?

What's Up, Dawg! Us native Californian’s pride ourselves on being at the forefront of the next great trend – even marginal ones, just so we’re seen as holding up our end…

… and a pear shaped angler trudging through creek bottom just doesn’t offer the same opportunities as the hard-bodied ultra-consumer crowd – as they troll the beach admiring their reflection in the rear view…

Now I’ve got my own statement, hydration pack lipping full of lemon slices and Fortifido water.

I opted for the “natural Spearmint” assuming that if it can make a dog’s arse fresh – it’d tame the sour taste of cheap cheroots and alkali dust.

I may opt for the Peanut Butter if that doesn’t work, as Parsley sounds a mite off-putting.

We can emerge from some muddy rivulet knowing our skulking days are over, we’re “kissable sweet” – it’s only the rest of us that smells like hell.

Tags: Fortifido water, dog water, brownlining, trendy, wasteful, Peanut Butter, Parsley