Category Archives: Youtube

109 Seconds to make you an entomological genius, and the toast of the Office XMAS Party

Only 109 seconds to master both human nature and entomology. You’ll master aquatic, terrestrial, learned behavior – and be able to relate to your children as never before.

No need to thank me, it’s what I do …

Warning: Don’t drink coffee while watching, it may come out of your nose.

… and all my taxpayer dollars were spent on, “Just Say No?” For the price paid we could’ve exhumed Walt Disney, brought him back to life, and been in syndication by now.

Tags: Spiders on drugs, YouTube, entomology, Walt Disney, Crack Spider’s bitch

Bears do it, but wolves do it better

I want to call him Wil E. Coyote – what with tiptoeing around a couple thousand pounds of hungry bear to snatch dinner …

Wil E. Wolf

There’s a slim chance you could train a black Labrador to do something similar. It would at least give the worthless flea-bit lump a chance to earn his keep in between bird outings.

Explaining how your “secret fly” was irresistible to migrating fish may cause you a momentary pang of guilt, but that would pass quickly.

… just make sure the Milkbone supply never runs out, he’d sell you out for a stomach rub …

Tags: Wolf catching salmon, black Labrador, Alaskan salmon, single and barbless,

In time for the holidays, Tough As Nails Barbie

While the rest of you are droning on about weights and tapers, modulus and action, I’ll be downstream ….

… just me and my Blue Water Barbie.

Via John Merwin and his Honest Angler blog, comes an eye opening video of a fellow catching a 100 pound blue shark on bright pink Barbie rod, complete with closed face spinning reel – and the precision drag system that makes some classic metal chunking sounds…

We’re always insisting that fly tackle offers the best “feel” of a fighting fish – but I’m not sure our rods can bend like Old Barbster.

I about died laughing, as did the assembled crew.

 

I’ve got one of these hanging proudly over the mantle, compliments of older brother and his misguided humor.

Now who has the last laugh?

Tags: Field & Stream, John Merwin, Barbie Rod, Blue Shark,

Genetic Dry fly hackle meets the Vegi-Matic

If you’ve ever wondered about the inner workings of the genetic hackle business – how years of careful selection and good genes yields those yard-long saddle hackles and expensive rooster necks – you won’t find any of that here…

Instead, we’ll show you how those lengthy saddles are harvested, and how trained specialists size and select feathers destined for a “100 Pack” – and your tying desk.

 

It’s clever enough to tenderize the bird while coaxing the hackle gently from the skin, and rivaled only by throwing the bird under a bus.

Tags:chicken plucking, dry fly hackle, Whiting “100 pack”, fly tying materials

Did that Mayfly just wing past hawking Taco Bell?

A German company unleashes tiny winged advertising on conventioneers, is this a portend of what fly shops will be springing on us come Opening Day?

 

The exploitation of farmed mayflies, each dancing about with a gaily colored banner, “A #16 Royal Wulff would’ve caught that fish, now on sale at Big 5.”

Bug activity has always been a welcome sight, but with insects outnumbering humans will we still think that way after a couple regiments of Taco Bell Hexagenia?

Tags: winged advertising, Taco Bell, Hexagenia, Royal Wulff

Saltwater Angler gets a Lemon

The latest viral video to sweep the Internet and it’s not angling’s finest hour…

I’ve always prided myself on not caring what bit my fly, and with all the goat carcasses and derelict automobiles I thread through – I’m no longer squeamish about what I step in …

A couple more of these and a new hobby is warranted

But a fellow has to draw the line somewheres, and after a half dozen of these on the end of my line, I’d give serious thought to Badminton.

Apparently a Lemon shark can reverse its gut when stressed, which is absolutely no comfort whatsoever…

Tags: Lemon Shark, YouTube, saltwater yuks, angling,

Plight of the Living Dead – George Romero’s ode to Brownliners

The scorn of the fly fishing elite we could shrug off, but brownliners as role model for the latest Zombie flick is applying the boots to our prone form.

It wasn’t the steady persecution nor threat of harm, our numbers were thinned steadily by enraged spouses wielding bars of Ivory Snow. A fellow can only take so many “hose-downs” on his front lawn with neighbors a-titter before he holds his manhood cheap …

It’s proven fact that Mankind cannot survive a Zombie invasion, but us fishermen have always assumed we’d be aligned with the screaming survivors – as Hollywood insists most will be comely high school babes who deserve better than being the entree …

I figured I’d go out like the grizzled old “reptile” that blazes trail for the escapees compliments of a D-9 Caterpillar and a fully loaded fuel truck. He always gets it in the end, but this wise old fellow sacrifices everything knowing that holding a conversation with them gals is worse than living death …

Tags: George Romero, Night of the Living Dead, Zombie menace, Brownliners, zombie fishing, Youtube, teenage girls, shudder

Fishouflage, so your kid can wear it to his Prom

Talk about a “bait and switch” – I was all geared up to insist we all buy it so that our corpse was indistinguishable from the bottom, guaranteeing our watery resting place was undisturbed.

Or, the astounding scientific evidence that we’d be invisible to fish were we to slip it over waders…

Instead, I’ve stumbled on an angling fashion plate – only the hardcore professional angler “wears their passion on our sleeve.”

As I shamefacedly gazed down at my sleeve, it appears my passion is Hamburger … with mustard …

“The angling community never had a universally acceptable image, and now we do.”

Anglers have a universally robust image; hard drinking, womanizing timewasters, ignoring societal taboos and overgrown lawns with equal vigor. Our sermons are delivered from the couch, our whereabouts largely unknown, and our conquests legion.

We’ve had poets, ball players, singers, writers and a half dozen Presidents as our spokespeople. While we’re searching for the next great Angling Contemporary to rally behind and crystallize our issues, running around in foul smelling camouflage will just make us an Al Qaeda splinter cell.

Fishouflage, umm – I’ll wait.

Tags: fishouflage, angling fashion, wear passion on our sleeve, timewaster, Al Qaeda, societal taboo, fly fishing humor