Monday, August 6, 2012
Well, here it is at last. (Long last, I know....) Tenkara pitted against a 2wt. They go blow for blow to finally put to rest the speculation on which is the Ultimate in Fly Fishing. Can Western Fly Fishing stay on top, or will it be trumped by this millenia-old new comer?
Troutrageous! did a great one here.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Here's a neat little warm water baitfish fly: the Shad.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Anyway, here is (yet another....) fly by Davie, the Lite Brite Buzzer. This fly is real simple to tie but yet the end product looks like it wouldn't be.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
So without further ado, the Fluffy Minnow.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
|Bill's Crazy Chenille!|
Saturday, July 7, 2012
The Featherlight was a bust but I did get the Medalist paired with some no name fiberglass rod. The rods most telling feature is that it's brown....The Medalist is a 1494 AK.
Quick research shows that the oldest this will be is 1979. Still, it's in very good shape for being potentially over 30 years old. More research is forthcoming.
What really has my interest is the rod. As mysterious as it is, I would love to learn more about, if only what kind of blank was used. Anyone have any ideas where to start?
Thursday, July 5, 2012
The Misses (almost) caught her largest fish to date; a smallie in the harbor that the knot to the hook snapped on just as I was reaching to bring him in. Don't know what jackass tied that knot..............
This trip was especially sweet as I got to fish with my Grandfather, which I haven't done in longer than I can remember.
Enough blather; here's a quick recap.
|Me and my fish spine shots....|
|In the winter this is teeming with salmon. Now, some smallies. (Second rod-notice the UPC still attached. Ha!)|
|Harbor smallie - Schwing!|
|Salmon River, near where it empties into Lake Ontario.|
|The only Sheepshead of the trip- landed by Pop Pop.|
|Mr. Stonelfy was checking out of the hotel the same time we did.|
|View of the Lake from my Uncles.|
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Since we're heading back tomorrow I wanted to wish everyone a Happy 4th of July. Stay cool and stay safe. Internet and phone reception suck, so a more though recounting will come soon, alone with the just almost finished Ultralightweight Championship. But to summarize this trip, all I would say is this:
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Having to finish (start) a project that I started (should have started) a month ago and this week I was contacted about a possible new job, so things have been a little faster paced than I expected. Not to mention that I'm going up to my uncles cabin in NY next week, to max relax and hopefully wet a line or two.
So in the meantime hold your horses and watch this. Christmas in July, anyone? (Disclaimer: foul language abounds. But that is offset by the fact that it's a Christmas tree covered in friggin bacon!)
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Maybe not you're first fish (depending on age) but the first one that mattered. The one that made you realize that there just might be something in trying to slip a piece of steel through a fishes jawbone and showing your mastery of it.
The first time that you realized that this was not the most important thing in fishing.
There is something about your first that's magical. You're first wild trout or your first steelhead. The first never seems to be the biggest fish, the hardest fight or the world class trophy. But it is the most endearing.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
This caddis emerger pattern is smooth, silky, and oh so buggy in the water. Fish this one right in the film or just under the surface.
Golden Crane Caddis
Body: Tan Spectrablend
Rib: Copper Wire
Wing: Gold Mallard Flank
Monday, June 11, 2012
You work at catching any fish you can. Then you target specific fish. Trout. Bass. Tarpon. Carp. Then the biggest versions of said chosen fish you can get your greedy little hooks into.
Some will then deviate via the gear. Ultralight. Only fiberglass. Only Dry flies. Shall I shudder and say tandem rigs? Like monkeys into man we walk the span that most fly fishers already have and will tomorrow. It's evolution.
But it looks like there's a growing number of anglers that are devolving.
I've heard whispers around the Internet and read forbidden texts about a style of fishing where it's not the biggest and the baddest but the smallest and humblest that are the quarry.
I first heard of it on a blog post talking about a Daiwa rod that, to my naivety, I thought was a new Tenkara rod. In a way I was right. But then again I couldn't have been more wrong.
This post linked to one by Tenkarabum(TB). After reading that one I was both shocked and befuddled. Did someone really land a blacknosed dace??
TB referred to them as minnow rods and I think that is a very apt description. Very soft rods to feel the power of very small fish.
I can see the appeal. Sort of.
The appeal is that these rods open up those waters small enough to step over; with an environment that is just barely friendlier to life than the surface of Mars. Or those waters that you know get stocker trout but have been overfished and only the fingerlings are left.
Waters you wouldn't have given the time of day to you could now court, romance, maybe even love.
But I would worry about getting that one fish on that is to powerful for these petite rods. A fish that can't be controlled could easily be played to the point of a fatality. And I feel that would be the irresponsibility of the fisherman.
But on waters you know couldn't support fish over the certified size of a dink: oh, the fun to be had!
I don't know if I personally am read to dive into this subspecies of Tenkara quite yet. And as for the bait casting version of this; all I can ask is what kind of bait do you use to catch slightly bigger bait?
But I do look forward to seeing if this mentality of fishing works its way out of the shadows and more anglers embrace devolving.
Friday, June 8, 2012
This isn't about that. Sort of.
|Gee, Scobby, don't look like|
fish are in there!
I'm not getting into what I did, where I did it and who it was with. That would ruin the surprise. This story starts on the way back from the testing.
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
To respond, he's created some newfangled what's-it called
Monday, June 4, 2012
What I've done it brought Flyfishinado to Social Media.
I'm dabbling my feet in this since Social Media gives me the mixed feeling of eating to many chili dogs prior to getting on the merri-go-round. So to start I've opened a Twitter account and a Youtube Channel.
Youtube has an action packed video of some trout rising out of a pool on my local beat (well, about as action packed as any video of trout rising can be) and Twitter allows me to zap my inanities straight to you. Day and night. Forever. (I would also like to apologize for everything beforehand. My doctor does say I'm getting better. I promise.)
So let's link up, plug in, or whatever catch words they're using this month, and let the craziness begin.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
I've been spending my weekends in the Philly area with thoughts of moving down here in the somewhat near future. Since I really don't know the are to well, especially what to expect from the fisheries down here, I started doing a little research. That's how I stumbled upon Fly Fishing in Philadelphia. This was the first link I clicked on and I spent the next hour wandering about the site.
Honestly, the site isn't just a blog, but I linked to the blog part above. The postings are short and sweet, but are concise and really well written. Only about 50% are Philly specific so a lot of the content is universal.
the other sections of the site contain bits about fishing with the family, great spots in the area(which I've already fished some and have to agree) and a gear review section.
All in all a great litte piece of the internet.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
With the misses at work and the tween off at her friends house, it looked like I might get in some Daddy/(younger)daughter time. Since she has been bugging for the past month of Fridays to go fishing, it looked time to cash in on that.
I quickly butchered some of her old sweatpants and we were ready for business.
We were at her mothers house outside of Philadelphia. I've never fished this area before by myself and really had no idea where to go that would be kid friendly(i.e. lots of stupid fish.) I had to stop in for some bait anyway(Ava's a lil too lil for a fly rod yet) so I stopped in at Tackle Box and Beyond. Nice little shop and they even have a small fly fishing section.
While there I asked about a good spot to go and the lady directed me to a spot she just left that she said she was pulling out panfish "right and left." She even wrote down the directions.
A very big kudos and thank you, mysterious stranger!!
With a combination of the gal's directions and Siri(I really should learn this area better.....) we were there in no time and walking back the trail.
The trail was a smaller trail that branched off one of the major urban hiking trails in the area. Even the smaller trail received a fair amount of traffic but no fisherman were to be seen. It's very odd to this semi-country boy to be able to go from a residential area to what seems the heart of the wilderness in the span of a football field.
I guided her hands on the first few casts but we were having trouble getting out into the pool. I saw a gill near the bank so we lobbed it to him.
Fish quickly to hand. I then showed her how to wet her hands before handling the fish and how to properly release it(which is, despite her first attempt, not chucking it out into the middle of the stream. She did get better, I promise....)
After that she was done with casting. It then became Daddy's job to cast and hook and her job to reel in and release once I had it off the hook. Between fish, she figured her time was best spent splashing and trying to give the fish heart attacks. Easier to bring to hand, I guess.
This way we got about 10 to hand, with another 10 or so that suffered from premature release(no, not the kind to be had in Asian massage parlors.) Sizes ranged from bait size to one's with some heft so it was a nice mix.
So as it stands now, this kid is whooping me in fish this year. But that's ok. I just won't take until I catch up. :-)
Afterwards we feasted our triumph.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
All but six months into the year, almost 2 months after "trout season" opened, and I finally decided to saunter over and get my license? And admit my shame for all the world (or the three people who still read this) to see? I know. A big "WTF, mate?"
Well, to sum it up, the past year has been a bit difficult over at the FF volcano lair. I will try to keep from going into a "woe is me" litany and say that I've had to move into a much smaller volcano. I was finally able to land a full time gig and about the same time I received an influx of freelance web design work early this year.
This was a great change in my fortunes for which I can't begin to express how grateful I am, I did leave me with very little time for anything other that going to work and them coming home so that I could go to work.
I've finished a few of my projects up and now find that I do have a little bit of time. Enough time to finally get to sneak out to a stream, which is what I did this evening. But I'll post about that later this week.
I've popped on here a few times these past couple months and have seen that more people than ever are stopping by. Not really sure what ya'll are looking at, but I sincerely appreciate everyone that has stopped in and continued to view the site. It's enough to nudge me into making this a priority again, if a middle burner one. My only guarantee is that there really are no guarantees. But do look for a little more updates on my end
Again, thank you everyone that makes (and has made in the past) a stopping point on your search for fly fishing info. While silent, I have noticed.
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
As you can imagine, when trout streams go up against gas drilling, they lose. Unforutnately, that's not changing.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
So what did the winning haul look like? A 4.5 oz perch.
That's right. Out of 400 odd contestants, Jason landed the only fish of the day.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Well, that bug has hit. The past few days have been exceptionally nice here in PA (today we topped at 62) and my skin is a starting to itch. It's been way to long. Past time to clip on that license, blow the dust off of those rod tubes and fill the crisp, Spring-like mornings with curses as I work the rust out.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Also, the Flyfishinado Parent of the Year goes to the mother who drug her baby girl out on the subway. Thank God some therapist doesn't have to worry about unemployment in about 20 years. Runner up is the obvious mother-with-toddler.
I have only ever been on a subway once. It was St. Patrick's Day (which should tell you about my mental state more eloquently than any words of mine could) and I still remember the remarkable stench of urine that I got to experience. I don't think I would ride one without a Haz-Mat suit on, let alone without pants.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I'm going to add to this. If you blog or do anything that the general public will see, you will piss some people off. And they will let you know. Many times at great length; to the point you wonder what they did with their time before find you.