The idea shows occasional flashes of brilliance, and no one should give you that tired old catch & release lecture … it just seemed so much easier on the X-Box …
The idea shows occasional flashes of brilliance, and no one should give you that tired old catch & release lecture … it just seemed so much easier on the X-Box …
Sure I get death threats, and when I mentioned household pets there was a brief spike over the weekly contingent of, “if you tell them about Lake X, or stream Y, or if your shadow darkens my refrigerator ever again, I’ll …”
I was unfazed at the outpouring of hatred when I claimed the household tabby was a disgusting invasive and why Jihad was necessary. Most of the email was scented, so I’d obviously touched a nerve somewhere.
Now that some lass is making jewelry out of cat fur and it’s going viral, sending every female cat lover screaming to purchase them by the gross, I’ve got an even better idea …
Let’s make hair extensions out of them …
Much of Saturday was spent sending out all the sample packets of dander I’d been promising those that had requested “Free Range” dubbing.
Reed Curry, author of The New Scientific Angling, Trout and Ultraviolet Vision, received his and was nice enough to send their UV footprint back for those interested in such things.
I was assuming that anyone receiving something other than they were expecting, and knowing they hadn’t ordered it, would pounce on the package and begin using it … I hadn’t thought that some households awoke to Christmas without the accompanying screams and rending of paper …
Visible light …
… and the above under UV light …
Visual.
… and he was starting to play fast and loose with the names, but I managed to catch “Dog Doo Brown” and “Focke Wulf Gray” before you lads started complaining you hadn’t seen that … and how I must be withholding the good stuff …
(Dusky Green above is actually Medium Green, my Bad.)
Dusky Green seems possessed of the most striking signature, given its lightness in direct light and darkness under UV. That’s surprising, although it’s got more than a fair share of yellow, which seems to react to UV with ferocity.
.. and UV ..
Still looks like Dusky & Pea Green possess a similar UV signature of Black & Claret, which I find surprising given the obvious yellows in the third grouping – I would have expected them to be darker under UV light.
Considering the UV component was completely ignored when constructing the above, it’ll send me to head scratching and scanning the negatives should some unnatural lust for Mystery Meat possess any known gamefish.
While I think it looks a lot like Livermush (Scrapple to them North of the Mason-Dixon), there’s no telling what our finned quarry thinks …
Me? I punted.
All that bold talk about being desperate and braving inhospitable water flows and bone numbing chill was for show. As soon as the feminine half sped away, I did the cursory check of flows, 8K when fishable was 4K, and opted for “Tarzan’s New York Adventure” and the oodles of brownie points that would result from removal of the encroaching wilderness from the backyard.
… and while the sweat dripped off and the precious fly tying fingers were put in harm’s way, scratched and clawed, blistered and bloody, my thoughts drifted to the whole lifestyle fashion conundrum.
Naturally, the email soliciting me to adopt some oyster pink scarf to go with my matching golf visor gave me the damn creeps. Logos do not prevent clothing from announcing errant sexual preferences no matter how good the artwork.
Yours truly is only capable of modeling sinister unfortunately. Old World style, shipped straight to me from Afghanistan. What it really needs is a big ORVIS logo across the brow, it’ll give the Seals something of contrast to aim for …
I think most of the sporting fraternity would readily admit that they’re waiting on only two pieces of technology. Surely a lighter over and under would be a delight to own – as would a nine foot fly rod that could throw itself, but if you really want their research priorities it would boil down to the Star Trek broach – that you slap when you tell Scotty to beam you up, or the “Earl Grey, hot” matter-transmuter that Picard uses to summon hot tea and old Hardy reels …
We’ll have to wait a bit longer to be atomized and reassembled, but the burgeoning field of “3D Printing” should have the capability to crap solid objects out of the ether …
… so long as there’s plenty of “ink” in your printer, maybe even a fly rod or two …
As we’ve already got our expectations for junk food flavor set as low as possible, you can imagine how Madison Ave will insist on your 9 PM telly being dominated by flavorful and steaming, lush rich colors – and while your forebrain will warn you as you swipe the debit card through your computer, it’ll be too late.
… the flaccid, greasy, thing is already winging its way to you, burping itself into your outstretched hand …
It’ll be a bold new world when you press the “Dozen Adam’s” key … and I’ll be glad I’m able to skip the sodden result …
I was in one of many petulant moods, lower lip pooched mightily resolved never to play parachute ever again. Every so often I’d produce a decent one, and then it was back to eleven anguished attempts to wrestle balky deer hair into a right-side up configuration just long enough for me to pin it in place with a couple turns of ginger hackle.
Each snapped thread, each spin of the wing, each busted hackle added to my rage, and while I couldn’t quite pin the issue on something obvious, it began to dawn on me that it wasn’t skill or lack of effort, it was some new wrinkle surfacing to thwart me.
It wasn’t rocket science either, I asked one of the fellows tying nearby to assist in diagnosing my obvious shortcomings, and while the both of us watched the hair resist my authoritative attempts at a post, it dawned on me that fly patterns might mention what animal is used, but it doesn’t mention whether it needs to be stiff, floppy, whether it should flair when tied in – or resist that too…
In my case I had a chunk of belly fur off a deer – whose fibers were long and poorly marked, as well as floppy and unable to support the thread base. Every time I attempted to lay a wrap around it for support it would slough the thread right off.
About then I trebled my estimate of the cost of fly tying, now that I was assured that an armload of deer hide was needed. Along with all them colors, I needed to add “well marked” and “stiff” and “ass hair” to the growing list of stuff I was missing.
It’s one of those lessons that adds polish to your future work, and bridges the gap between flies you admire and your own work. Especially so when you can size the markings on the hair to the fly your tying.
All animals have different markings and hair length corresponding to the different parts of the body. Belly hair is the longest and poorly marked (usually too light), and the strip that covers the spine is the darkest and best marked. Hair on the extremities is shorter and stiffer, as is the fine fur of the face and genital area.
The photo above shows a typical deer mask, about two square feet costing around $10, and contains every size and marking coloration on the animal. It’s a great deal for the price, and gives much more hair than is needed allowing you to split the cost with pals, or attempting to learn dyeing with the extra …
Here’s a blowup of the hair in the area marked “long black tip.” If you add only the black tip to the blond bar you already have a wing length equivalent to a size 14.
Worse, the hair is very long and floppy.
If you make a parachute wing of this type of hair it will be difficult to tie correctly (limp), and the long black tip will be hard to see – making the blond area of the wing look much too short. Ditto when fishing, you won’t be able to see those black tips at distance, and you’ll be straining to see the bump or blonde at twilight.
Contrast the above with the hair available in front of its ears, on its forehead and along its snout.
The black tip is a third the length as is the blond bar. A wing tied with this hair will show all three colors as opposed to the too-long limp hair above.
Because the hair is short it’s super stiff, and will support a parachute post without complaint.
Right-sizing a parachute wing mindful of the bands of color on deer hair makes the fly look complete and tidy. Grabbing fibers off the too-long side would make the above wing half-black and half-blonde, due to the length of their banding. All you could see on the water would be the little nubbin of blonde nearly flush with the waterline.
Unfortunately, so long as the jobbers hold sway on a fly shop’s materials you’ll never be exposed to all the qualities of hair from different parts of the body, largely because a 1 x 1” square of deer hair doesn’t have enough surface area to see the hair transition from neck to shoulder.
It’s these little hints that make you grip someone else’s flies and wonder how his look so much better than yours, and how you wish yours looked similar.
You’ll be quick to understand once exposed to a big expanse of goody.
Note: Most taxidermists cut away the female genitalia, tossing the scrap into the waste basket. Should you be adventurous enough, deer “pooty” can be some of the stiffest and well marked hair on the entire animal.
It’s been washed and treated, just don’t flash it at some tying demo while you’re under the hot lights of the tying theater. Instead wait for your buddy to bare-hand his only sandwich, then you can tell him what he’s fishing.
The problem with fly tying is that it’s so blasted untidy that it’s impossible to sit down with something in mind without being lured by something bright or shiny, and the result is a handful of something entirely different.
Most new tiers never see it coming, as the “Shoe-Box” phase, when everything they own can fit into a shoebox ends, and they’re so badly hooked they’ll drop all pretense at ethics or morals, and cover the kitchen table in a blink of an eye.
… nor are they mindful whose credit card is doing the covering.
It goes double for us hoarders. We’re slow hanging up all the Olive turkey wing we dyed last night, and the six or seven pounds we left dripping in the garage, none of which we dare move, have us leaving the vehicles to the streets tender mercies. Add the peroxide of beaver left on our ersatz clothesline rigged in the only shower – and colors, materials, and ideas, enter your subconscious unbidden.
You sit down with an idea of banging out a couple dozen flies for a pal and creativity takes the bit in its teeth and by the time someone starts yelling, you’ve got a couple dozen truly remarkable flies, only they aren’t what you were supposed to make.
I was content working on a new dry fly series I had dreamed up, and instead of groundbreaking and earth-shattering, I wound up with stuff that works – which is far more useful, only won’t boost the myth and legend of any memoirs I might later publish.
Too many pieces of lightened beaver lined the garage drying, each possessed of seductive tan guard hairs suitable for the Fluttering Caddis dries of Leonard Wright’s, “Fishing the Dry Fly as a living Insect” fame.
I’m off on a tangent with original intent forgotten while I find the least-damp Olive turkey wing for biots, replacing the authors original pheasant tail fibers. I think the original Fly Fisherman magazine article suggested Mink guard hair, but beaver is free, closer, and willing …
You hear the term often in fly tying, you just don’t see anyone actually doing the deed – outside of the occasional Peacock eye made hairless by swishing it around in caustic bleach, which is about all I’ve ever seen anyone do …
Which makes a lot of sense, as everytime I’ve touched the bottle it meant I had more than enough and didn’t mind destroying a couple square feet.
I’ve always accused dyeing as the Destroyer of Materials, but that’s just to scare them with weak constitutions. When the material dries you may not have a good color, but at least you’ve got something …
… watching something bleach will cure you of the temptation to do it again. Soaking a piece of fur in straight bleach is not what you’d expect; the bath starts to heat to the point where it may melt the plastic bowl, likely a reaction to chemicals the hide was steeped in during the tanning or hide preparation process, then hair and flesh start vanishing and the rest turns into a flesh colored slag that covers what’s left of the fur with a gooey bubblegum residue.
Eventually you kind of back away until the temperature lowers to the point you can toe what’s left into the trash.
Bleached hair patches and lightened colors on furs and feathers have typically been treated with Hydrogen Peroxide or similar lightening agent.
Hydrogen Peroxide is available in any supermarket or local drugstore, it’s an antiseptic and is sold as a 3% solution in the aisle with medical supplies and liniments. This concentration can lighten hair (human and animal) with numerous applications or one long soak.
The center color above was “bleached” in a single bath of 3% peroxide. It took 92 hours to achieve this color from its natural gray. Four additional pieces I’ve dyed yellow ring the bleached color. As it is now, tossing a chunk into a drawer ensures a lifetime of Light Cahill’s.
Natural beaver is much too dark to be able to dye into light colors, at best it’ll turn muddy-dark. The above pieces were dyed in the identical pot for the same amount of time. Only the bleached hide can achieve the light olive I was attempting.
So long as the fur is completely submerged the peroxide bath will ensure consistency of color. Note in the above photo how the Olive color is uniform from downy underfur to the tips. This is done by first pumping the back of the hide to force all the air bubbles out of the material, then dumping the result straight into the solution without wringing.
Beaver guard hairs will resist the dye mightily, and might only take on a tint of the desired color, this is true of most tough hair, especially those of the aquatic mammals.
Hair stylists use a powdered lightener along with Hydrogen Peroxide to avoid “orangey” colored hair like the above. Internet forums mention that straight peroxide often yields an orange effect on human hair. Once the fibers are any shade close they should be pulled and dried anyways, as they’ll lighten into a tan-orange which is perfect for our later applications of dye.
Peroxide is available in food grade as well; solutions ranging between 8% and 35% and a cost commensurate. These will cut the time down significantly, 12% took the same beaver from gray to tan in just over 18 hours, but the solution costs around a dollar an ounce at that concentration. Most of the higher concentrations have to be mail ordered and signed for by someone over 18 as well.
Every animal is a bit different both in qualities and texture of their hair, and degree of lightening needed to reduce their natural color to something light enough for dye. It’s best to experiment with small chunks to determine how long the base 3% will take to render an appropriate shade for your use.
Just tuck a large bowl of the cheap stuff ($2.00) into the garage, carve the hides into 5×5 pieces and check the mix come the weekend, there’s little risk of it getting too light.
I think it necessary to occasionally give the gals credit for putting up with us. While I’ve changed the names to protect the innocent, rest assured this conversation is merely one scene among many …
(I call it “Kiki’s Guide to landing Keeper Wimmen, Fly Fishing Edition.”)
At my domicile, each time “Herself” arrives from travel she has to tiptoe around all manner of obscene things I’ve drug in from the out-of-doors. As she reacquaints herself with her surroundings, tiptoeing over the experiments in the bath tub, rotting flesh in the fridge, unknown lint and feather dander flitting about gaily, yet it’s taken in stride knowing someday all these fly rods charged to her credit card will be a one way rocket ship to wealth and infamy, and Oprah … not necessarily in that order.
Yes, I may have to kill and eat this one …
Fade In:
[Pointing at the sink] “Uh, what’s this? – can I throw it away?”
[Mock Terror as he rushes to defend] “No, that’s the experiment I’m running to see how many days it takes 3% Hydrogen Peroxide to remove the natural colors of a piece of beaver. I need that for a post next week.”
[Pointing at the Floor] “What about that (wrinkles nose)?”
[Mock Terror as he rushes to defend] “No, that’s me attempting to make copper mordant so I can use that big bag of onion skins you asked about last week, how I was going to write a post on natural dyes and the number of different colors possible from pillaged onion husks.”
[Cross Arms on Chest] “Okay, surely I can throw out the smelly thing on the plate!”
[Mock Terror as he rushes to defend] “Only if you want to go hungry, that’s your dinner, Cupcake …”
I thought of it as answering one of many questions I’ve always had about watersheds and how soon they recovered from obvious trauma.
Travelwriter had spied some rising fish in a stretch of the river that was normally bone dry this time of year. Adding 170% more water to the stream means the farming community can’t suck it all down, and would as soon avoid doing so given the mattress springs, dead bodies, late model stolen-everything – all of which is tumbling in the current, surely to foul pumps and pipes alike.
BEFORE
That additional volume makes banks vanish, holes get created, and sandbars move miles overnight. Understanding who survived all that carnage would fill a big hole in my understanding of floods, fish, and who wins what …
AFTER
Note the shrubs, trees, and grasses are completely vanished off the right side of the creek, leaving only a single innocent looking tree that isn’t quite as innocent as it would seem … as I found out later …
The water was about 40-50 feet deep here a couple weeks ago, now it’s only a foot to 18 inches in most spots.
I went down the next evening to investigate, as I skeptical of “mystery rings” and whether anything could have survived given the above circumstances …
The stretch had become repopulated with about a dozen 4-6 inch Pikeminnow. Last season, the second since water was restored, the Pikeminnow fry had grown to three inches in length. The length of these suggests they’re second year fish.
Making these survivors of two massive earth moving floods (last year was wet too) I’d guess these fish survive by staying near the bank – despite the bank being a hundred yards from its historical norm.
I managed to land three or four fish – all similarly apportioned and nary a mark for their ordeal.
Unfortunately they’ve survived only to die due to evaporation – which will start shortly. I may bring down a bucket and relocate what I can catch – the creek is still starved of citizens and I don’t mind getting dirty. I’ll call it “Pee You” for Pikeminnow Unlimited – as I’m the only SOB willing to stick my neck out for a cockroach …
As I was there for a scienctific purposes, I hunkered down largely oblivious to my surroundings. I’m tossing cottonseed dander imitations and small nymphs into a small, deep hole in the wide part of the bend.
After pulling three or four fish out of it’s depths I’m satisfied they’re all Pikeminnow, so I ease down the bank into the shallows below just to see if there’s any other activity .
The wind shifts abruptly and I get a faceful of meat decay. It’s close and I’m thinking big animal, yet dreading turning around and finding someone’s kid wedged in the crotch of a tree, victim of some upstream flooding accident.
I’m backpedaling while attempting to hold down the evening meal – all the while scanning the riverbank, underbrush, and everything else nearby, and nothing.
I ease around the tree and find Big Bird, the wiliest of all Mother Nature’s game birds, slammed into a fork of the tree at speed, and becoming more fragrant by the moment.
Naturally a moment of introspection was needed, especially as the little Angel on my shoulder was in heated debate with the little devil on the other …
The little angel claimed, “Dude, forget the bragging points, your girl is arriving tomorrow and the use of refrigerator or any other storage on your premises is completely out of the question!”
The little Devil snorted in contempt, “Dude, call yourself a Man? Don’t think of the rotting and swollen beached seal you cut too deeply, this time you’ll be able to get the stink out of your clothes easy, by tomorrow even!”
… just the thought of the rotting seal episode was enough, even if I was doing it for Science …