Thursday, August 31, 2006
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
lava! red hot lava!
Puff's got game, and he will continue the tradition of all Orvis personnel of nodding the head in an up and down direction while listening to the umpteenth wealthy sphincter-face talk about his latest trip to Patafucinggonia or New DamnZealand and schlepping back to the wader/boot storage area which is seldom in the same ZIP code as the rest of the store, and fetching the fifth pair of waders for the cigarette-wrinkled trophy wife of some concrete contractor who never finished the 10th grade but has made so much geld he can go to Bristol Bay twice a year, and this year, by damn, Bunny, the fourth wife, is gonna go and catch her a big-ass salMON, and do those look good, honey? I kinda don't like this color...do you have these in a pewter or something a little less, well, you know, earthy?
from "returning to earth", 1977
All of those moon-staring-rear-view-mirror deaths!
Study the shadow of the horse turd in the grass.
There must be a difference between looking at a picture
of a bird and the actual bird (barn swallow)
fifteen feet from my nose on the shed eaves.
That cloud SSW looks like the underside
of a river in the sky.
Col. Robert Venerables giveth instruction
This is a pretty killer volume, loaded with tips and verse.
When you come first to the river in the morning, with your rod beat upon the bushes or boughs which hang overthe water, and by their falling upon the water you will see what sorts of flies are there in greatest numbers; if divers sorts, and equal in number, try them all, and you will quickly find which they most desire. Sometimes they change their fly; though not very usual, twice or thrice in one day; but ordinarily they do not seek another sort of fly till they have for some days even glutted themselves with a former kind, which is commonly when those flies die and go out. Directly contrary to our London gallants, who must have the first of every thing, when hardly to be got, but scorn the same when kindly ripe, healthful, common, and cheap; but the fish despise the first, and covet when plenty, and when that sort grow old and decay, and another cometh in plentifully, then they change; as if nature taught them, that every thing is best in its own proper season, and not so desirable when not kindly ripe, or when through long continuance it begins to lose its native worth and goodness.
Over the years, I've tried various sorts of infusions, with vodka and other liquors. Fruit and herb-infused are the best known, and are often wonderful. But what I like is meat. Where's the infusion for people like me? I felt disenfranchised, and alone, especially after some research on the interwebs revealed a real lack of meat-based liqueurs. It would be up to me to blaze the trail.
Many fly fishing guides will know occasions when their client confronted by a really big trout, say they have not got the skills to catch it, and ask the guide to have a go. If the guide lands the fish, the client is very keen to have a photo taken of him holding the fish. (Just a quick note, it is really not a good idea for the cheating client to stick the photo up on the internet, captioned as his 'kill'.)
Monday, August 28, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
thee martha silano poem
My Man With His Fly Reel Eyes
After Andre Breton
My man with his fly reel eyes
Pale morning dun desire
My man's hip-wader heat
My man with his Yakima Canyon shoulders
My man's fingerling tongue
Biceps smooth as skipping stones
My man with his sockeye sperm
Trunk of ponderosa
My man's teeth the snow-fresh tracks
of cougar—cougar scream & cougar silence
My man's Frenchmen Coulee hands
My man the hawk with a snake in its mouth
My man the trout growing larger
My man skunked—his cattail want
My man the 40-mile-an-hour gust
a tarp set free from rocks
Thee olde Parson Seccombe clears his throat
Our diversion, if rightly used, not only fits us for, but leads us to Devotion, and the Creature brings us to Christ.
smash corporate fly fishing!
Monday, August 21, 2006
it rarely gets this pathetic
WTF is wrong with these anglers?
Money Quote (which also reeks of bullshit):
A police spokesman said: “This is a disturbing new trend, attacking people as they fish. Obviously we are looking at the criminal damage element. Fly rods can cost up to £4,000.”
holy jesus! MAMMOTHS ON THE YAK!
Now, a tantalizing find this summer promises to raise the project's profile.
A stone flake from an ancient knife was unearthed in one of the pits, just inches from the bones.
That doesn't mean the 8-ton beast was felled by a spear. But if the stone tool turns out to be as old as the mammoth bones, which have been dated, it could add to evidence questioning the conventional view that North America was populated 13,500 to 14,000 years ago by people who walked across the Bering Strait land bridge.
"If the flake was 16,000 years old, that would make it a very important site," Lubinski said. "But we really don't know yet if it's associated with the bones."
Friday, August 18, 2006
We are much obliged.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
the greatest night in flyfishing
gurgle, gurgle, and 'go down glug
-- Francis Francis, 16th Century (By Lake and River)
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
blackrock/yakima: the wheels begin to grind
Twenty-pound chinook are back on the order of 30,000 each spring and the salmon that spawn are wild, he said, adding: "The most popular fishing hole in Pendleton is near the Taco Time."
honest abe clears his throat....
Saturday, August 12, 2006
late breaking news: perseid shower tonite!!
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Non-golfing golfers and the fly fishermen that hate them
As anglers, we must recognize the role of golf: it existing only to keep dumbshits off the rivers, the estuaries, the carp flats. What has compelled these golfer to cross borders? This seems rather dangerous to me. Over on the Drake, it seems as though Ursus may agree, that this intermingling may not be "a good thing".
This rich, pansy ass "avid fly angler" (only when in pristine water in a guide's boat catching big ass fish that most of us will rarely see) is going to represent you and I and the fisheries? What you and I and what fisheries? Is he going to represent the you and I that fish chub infested waters just for a chance at a nine inch wild brown hanging on for dear life in our marginal little home water stream? You know the one that no one builds million dollar homes on? The you and I that fumbled around for a few years trying to figure out how to catch our first steelhead on a fly? The you and I that when we do splurge for a guide we ruin our arms and backs and refuse to rest because - lets face it $300 is a fuck of a lot to pay for fishing. The you and I who are getting squeezed out of good water by the gazillion dollar me,me,me assholes? The you and I that work all goddamn week in mediocre jobs we can barely stomach just so we can fish a little on the weekend - and usually in chub-infested waters? The you and I that have lengthy discussions about why $600 is just too much to pay for a fly rod no matter how good it is?
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
top 10 flyfishing blogs
Getting the best flyfishing blogs to come to the surface is a little easier than getting a nice brookie to come out from under a ledge and take your fly. But there are crowds of commercial sites to get past first, from fishing guides and lodges to equipment retailers. And some of the best sites, like the American Museum of Fly Fishing, don't have blogs.... When you find the real thing, it's like coming around the bend from a crowded stretch of bank to a quiet glade where it's just you and the fish.
that itch could be telling you something...
Monday, August 07, 2006
Digression! American cultural artifacts
"If anyone is stupid enough to bid on it, they deserve what they're getting,"
Sunday, August 06, 2006
we jam econo!
"FISHER. – No. I do not think there are any published. Brother Jonathan is not yet sufficiently civilized to produce anything original on the gentle art. There is good trout-fishing in America, and the streams, which are all free, are much less fished than in our Island, 'from the small number of gentlemen,' as an American writer says, 'who are at leisure to give their time to it.'"
– WILLIAM ANDREW CHATTO: The Angler's Souvenir (London, 1835).
Friday, August 04, 2006
A lesson in the co-opting of fly fishing terminology
“The story’s always the same. Possession receiver. Deceptive speed. Good blocker. White wide receivers are always discriminated against in the same terms. It’s a national problem, and we’re taking steps to fight this on its own terms.”