Sandy River Above Stella's Drift ~ SwittersB
When you sit, lean, lay. When your photographic eye supersedes your ‘where are they holding’ eye. And, when you fish an angle, a lie, a seam knowing it is futile…as if waiting for the bus to stop by and drive you back down to your rig….except the shuttle isn’t coming. Killing time. It is still better than sitting on your ass at home and wishing.
Coiled 'Sighter' Strike Indicator
International fly fishing competition creates innovations to comply with rules and yet still detect strikes. The ‘sighter’ coil is a tool in detecting strikes. Just an interesting concept. Also, read about Czech, Spanish and French nymphing setups and techniques. (The Fly Fishing Reporter)
The first track from Airs’ Moon Safari album, accompanied by scenes from a video shot from a streetcar traveling down Market Street in San Francisco in 1906… This is worth a lazy view.
Found at Redkabbage.com
Last night, Tony Muncy spent some time tying and eating some BBQ’d steelhead with friends. Fly tying is most often a singular pursuit at home. When enjoyed with a few others, whether indoors or out, it is enjoyable and often fruitful in what you learn and share. The following pics are a couple patterns’ dissected parts.
Starling & Black Hen Hackle Nymph (SwittersB)
A dark nymph pattern on an over sized hook (size 14). Thread is 8/0 black. Tail: Black hen hackle fibers. Body: Black ostrich herl tied in at tie in point for tail and wrapped forward to form abdomen. Wingcase: longer, webby black hen hackle barbs tied in where abdomen tied off (about half way up shank). Starling feather tied in by tip and densely wrapped forward to form thorax portion. Wingcase feather fibers pulled over top of wrapped Starling feather and tied off and thread head formed. A more traditional straight shanked nymph hook would provide nicer lines for this pattern. Was experimenting here. I like the fuzziness of the wingcase.
From a gentleman in Texas, who was wondering:
When U Black, U Black
When I was born, I was BLACK ,
When I grew up, I was BLACK ,
When I went in the sun, I stayed BLACK,
When I got cold, I was BLACK ,
When I was scared, I was BLACK ,
When I was sick, I was BLACK ,
And when I die, I’ll still be BLACK .
NOW, You ‘white’ folks….
When you’re born, you’re PINK,
When you grow-up, you’re WHITE ,
When you go in the sun, you get RED,
When you’re cold, you turn BLUE,
When you’re scared, you’re YELLOW,
When you get sick, you’re GREEN
When you bruise, you turn PURPLE ,
And when you die, you look GREY.
So who y’all be callin’
COLORED Folks?
