I’ve seen it many times. Some buddy insists he needs a pound of saddle hackle in a hurry, resulting in a marathon dyeing session with the leftovers emptied into the drain in the street – the one with the fish silhouette that assures you “it leads directly to the river.”

Chartreuse being fickle and the first batch of saddles took the color fine, the bucktails had too much fat and greasy cornmeal so you emptied a couple extra ounces of dye into the mix to make sure it penetrated and the colors would match …

… and while you were intent on getting the flame just right, and oblivious to everything until your buddy tapped you on the shoulder and pointed…

At which point you started hiding everything and whistling innocent like.

Thirty-one starting quarterbacks in the NFL, and only one possessed with signing a spokesman deal with a rod company?

It’s the classic rookie mistake, jump at the first thing offered when you should be practicing, “I’m going to Diddneyland.” Then again he plays for Cleveland, and it might be a cold day somewhere before he may grace the venue of the Big Game…

But think about the rush of adrenaline when he collides helmet to helmet with the opposing linebacker, and while the coaching staff has him propped up counting fingers, he says, “I … I going fishing.”

His handlers will be making throat-slit gestures to the sound man, officials will be hustling the camera crew off the field, champagne bottles will be frozen in midair – while the Disney contingent sets down their wine glasses and disappears in a hail of icy glances and throat clearing …

“The idea for hexagonal rods was actually dreamed up back in the 1980s by a guy named John McGinn,” explains Colt CEO Peter Lombardi”

– via Tackletrade World

Then the fellows from Colt Rods will seem like geniuses, for a couple minutes at least. They’ll suddenly remember that a couple hundred years of Bamboo came first, and claiming a rod based on the structure of Okra doesn’t warrant “HeXtreme” as that sounds like something sold with the Pinto, that caused all those gas tanks to leak …

Some fellows just can’t help dancing with lightning bolts. With us already on the outs with numerous humane societies the idea of incurring the wrath of Modern Bride is fearful and heady stuff …

But that’s why us fly fishermen trod the path less taken, which goes double for the crowd at myexwifesweddingdress.com who are finding novel and humorous methods to dispose of the ex-wife’s trappings of finery…

It’s Dress Use #54 – Fly Tying. How to dispose of a diaphanous veil via upright and divided – featuring Largemouth Bass as unwitting participants.

Details aren’t provided on the degree of burden, or whether large-mouth might have done the relationship in …  Those of the Brotherhood that tempt all manners of violent death or the fiery furnace of the Scorned are worthy of admiration.

All that lace suggests a Zonker to me …

Nothing quite like being first in the parking lot – second actually. A tire iron begats a couple drumsticks and plenty of Hare’s Ears…

No worries, I tidied up the crime scene … and steel belted radial season is year long.

Caddis are becoming a growth industry, first the French rolled them in gold and precious stones, now we’re shamelessly exploiting the poor beasts for all manner of adornment.

Wildscape.com specializes in Caddis cases made from semi-precious stones, reinforced by epoxy, then transformed into pendants, bracelets, and necklaces.

The prices are a little easier to swallow, easier than the “brick” the Trout has to eat.

 Owe your life to a Carp? If there’s justice you will. Researchers discover how carp can survive in oxygen depleted water, and the same process could be used to minimize the oxygen depravation damage incurred by stroke victims.

It’s poetic justice, after a lifetime of tossing coarse fish up onto the bank to expire, it’s you lying on the bank gasping for breath while clutching your chest, and the Carp swims close and gives you the extended pectoral fin…