Archive for January, 2009

31
Jan
09

Ditto! Hell Yes! Yo Tambien! Ic Auch! imitación! me anche!

In a relatively short period of time, we’ve seen the marketing compass swing 180 deg. from targeting grey-haired retired guys ensconced in all the trappings of sprawling McLodges, streamside Cubans and pre-broken-in, River Runs Through It fedoras, to young dudes sleeping in the back of their car streamside, eating a cold can of beans as testament to their dedication. Dog knows I’ve spent a lot of nights sleeping in, under and on top of vehicles myself, and I can’t afford lodges anyway  (but not because I’m a “bum”). I’ll give credit where it’s due – it is great that you’re attempting to lure in a younger audience.

But you know what didn’t change at all when that demographic compass swung ’round? The fact that you’re still perpetuating a simplistic, tired stereotype as a means to convince people they need to spend thousands of dollars to get outfitted to go fly fishing. Yes, I know that’s your job, marketing guy. It still sucks.

http://busterwantstofish.com/?p=1317

Yes, it is like sleep deprivation. You know you are kind of tired, but you have long since become to numb to zone in what is aggravating you and how tired you really are. Until a breath of fresh air blows in to add clarity. Something just didn’t set right with this ‘trout bum’ deal and I didn’t want to chalk it up to pure envy…something else suggested it was too perfect. Buster is right on. So what would happen if the destination, the hot babe and the ‘too cool to give a shit’ attitude becomes old….back to individual basics? Not sure. Just know it is hard enough, if you work, to get to the Sandy, Deschutes or B.C. let alone Kamchatka. Bottom line its all about me parting with $4,ooo to $8,000+ to do these ‘trout bum’ exploits. If a guy can do that on his own without corporate sponsorship, great.

31
Jan
09

Drunken Horse Riding in a Blizzard (RHWI or is it RHUI)

CODY, Wyo. – A man has been cited for public intoxication while riding a white horse during a snowstorm in the northern Wyoming town of Cody.

Police say they cited 28-year-old Benjamin Daniels after they received a call Sunday afternoon from a motorist

Beer Run

Beer Run

concerned that a man was creating a road hazard by riding his horse on a street in conditions with poor visibility.

Cody Assistant Police Chief George Menig says officers noticed Daniels was intoxicated after they stopped him to explain that drivers were having difficulty spotting his slow-moving white horse.

Menig said Thursday that Daniels was detained Sunday and released the following day. He will go before a municipal judge later.

A friend of Daniels picked up the horse.

There was no telephone listing for Daniels.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/odd_drunken_riding

31
Jan
09

Czech nymph Tutorial (Loren Williams’ Perfect How To)

Loren Williams' Cz Nymph fly box~by Loren Williams

Loren Williams' Cz Nymph Flybox~by Loren Williams

http://www.flyguysoutfitting.com/czechnymph.html

http://munkyfisher.blogspot.com

31
Jan
09

Skagit River History (Men were Men & Klootchman Better stay busy)

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Men still outnumbered women in the area by a ratio of 2 or more to 1 as the century began. In the early days, when Caucasian women were scarce, loggers and farmers took Indian girls as wives. These young girls from the various Skagit Indian bands were called Klootchmen and were expected to literally keep the home fires burning on preemption claims and often worked as hard, if not harder, than their husbands. Early settlers were able to claim up to 160 acres of government land at a cost of $1.25 per acre in their own name, and another quarter section in their spouse’s name. As women began braving the trip from back east or California, the klootchmen were often unceremoniously sent back to the reservation near LaConner, but some stayed on the family farms, becoming babysitters for the children of the new wives. You may notice that we do not mention many women in this overview. That is partially because the wives did not start arriving until 1880 and were not present in great numbers until the 1890s. A frontier wife worked as hard as her husband and the older girls in a family had their hands full, caring for younger children in families with five to ten members.

http://www.skagitriverjournal.com/S-W/Pre1900/Bughouse01.html

“The most in-depth, comprehensive site about the Skagit
Covers from British Columbia to Puget Sound. Counties covered: Skagit, Whatcom, Island, San Juan, Snohomish & BC. An evolving history dedicated to committing random acts of historical kindness.”

31
Jan
09

Blending Fur (A new Coffee Grinder for the Wife)

When I started to tie flies there were little if any synthetics to tie with. Fly bodies were constructed of either Chenille, a strand of three or four ply wool yarn or animal fur minus the guard hairs. The underfur of beaver, muskrat, seal, fox and hairs ear etc was pulled out and dubbed onto the shank. Eventually, I read somewhere of cutting the fur from the hide and putting it into what was then new in itself…a coffee bean grinder. This worked well and generated spiky dubbing blends. When new sparkly synthetics came about I cut small pieces  into the fur pile and blended it all together for fur with flash. And, as you can imagine, this was all available in short order, mostly rabbit fur with some synthetic flash. 

Today, many tiers never buy or acquire fur unless it is that small plastic envelope on a hook in a fly shop. Gone are the days of blending your own furs…or is it?     

Copper Hares Ear~Jean-Paul Lipton

Copper Hares Ear~KBarton

 “Materials vendors don’t cater to guys that tinker, and that single-shade pack of rabbit would work well on a small dry fly, but we’re cooking up something with lead and multiple X’s of hook shank. Two bucks worth of bunny bottom just don’t cut it…”       http://singlebarbed.com/2009/01/29/nothing-makes-the-fur-fly-like-using-the-wifes-coffee-grinder/

31
Jan
09

Spey Tube Fly Wing Construction (Images of How They Should Look)

The Contemporary Wing of a Spey Fly

The Contemporary Wing of a Spey Fly~Jan Erik Granbo

http://www.guidelineflyfish.com/english-edition/power-team-tips/moderne-toffe-laksefluer.html

Good visuals re the Wing for Spey Tubes. The blending and layering of the wing material is very nice.

http://www.granbo-flyfishing.no/

Jan Erik Granbo

Jan Erik Granbo~Norway

31
Jan
09

Women Fly Fishers Leading the Way & Writing About It

http://www.flyfisherwomen.com/

http://reel-women.com

http://www.womeninthestream.com/

http://fishchicks.com/links.html

http://www.shelovesflyfishing.com/

30
Jan
09

Caddis Cache

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Caddis Collage~GM

30
Jan
09

Dragon Nymph (Don Robert’s Doll’s Hair)

Dragon Nymph~G. Muncy

Dragon Nymph~G. Muncy

30
Jan
09

Metolius River (As Pristine As it Gets for now & Confessions of a Trespasser)

Metolius River Basin

Metolius River Basin

“The heart of the basin is the Metolius River, a federally designated Wild and Scenic River and internationally renowned fly fishing stream. Its cold, free-flowing waters begin as a bubbling spring on the mossy hillside of Black Butte. Flowing north under a tall, fragile canopy of old growth ponderosa pine, larch, fir, and cedar, the river provides a unique habitat for redband trout, endangered bull trout, kokenee, and – soon – returning salmon The basin and the animal and forest life it supports are special to all who visit.”

CONFESSIONS OF A TRESPASSER, Early 80’s

 

I have to remark about a few things here: the above words are skillfully crafted to describe a place you have never been to, but to draw upon images, words, phrases that may elicit an image because of prior experiences or trips that may help paint the picture. May I say, skillfully crafted or not, I have never in my many years of fly fishing encountered a river as beautiful as the Metolius River. Bubbling forth in ice cold merriment, it is beyond compare. Seriously…that beautiful.

In the early 80’s, I was irresponsible…more than now…and did something that was in time semi-discovered with interesting consequences. I wanted to fly fish the river my way…alone. I saw a faint access road with a cable blocking entry. An old rusty, low slung, thick cable that appeared to have not been touched since man forged steel (that was a good turn of phrase..right?) I wanted just a look? I decided  to drive around the obstruction…and barged forth with family in tow. Solitude already everywhere. immediately became more pronounced as I intruded into ‘private property’.

Metolius River Headwaters (Spring Fed)

Metolius River Headwaters (Spring Fed)

It was cold and the afternoon light was fading. Really fly fishing was less on the radar than stolen privacy and a place to put four kids in sleeping bags after a quick meal. I feel bad about even writing this…but there is a point to this confession. We came upon a cabin..an old cabin…and out buildings. I went to the cabin and tried the door…unlocked…I entered (I know, I know)…into a sizable cabin maybe 15′ by 30′. Musty smelling, but with several cots and a table and two chairs. How quickly, without legitimate strife, we/I made ourselves at home. No one around…no one likely to be around, as it was obvious no one had been for sometime. 

We slept that night in the cabin on bare, musty mattresses and on the floor. A lantern on the table, sleeping bags spread out and to bed we went, after a quick meal. Attention was made to adhere to no trace-evidence camping. It was an amazing place. Through the night the mice could be heard scurrying or scratching about. Mustiness filled the air…but we slept so well. 

The next morning, filled with a chill air, I perused the interior via the early light. On the walls were some dozen tracings. Now listen and picture this….pictures or drawings of a trout..wih notations: a rainbow trout, 21 inches, a Coachman, by (I can’t remember the names). Over and over, there were similar drawings of large trout caught, all on the fly, by boys and girls, men and women? on the Metolius River in the 1950’s!!  The pictures stop in the 60’s. Children grown, traditions lost or ignored…you know how it is. Somehow, here though, I knew this was a special place…yes, my selfish side was over riding the legalities and the ethical…but, I was not oblivious to the feeling it was beyond special. 

I went outside and caught one large, fat Rainbow Trout after another on a swung wet or sunk nymphs. I recall a Black & Yellow Montana Stone catching numerous trout (would any of you even consider fishing a fat, chenille bodied fly these days?) The Montana Stone, Stove Pipe (green caddis chenille/mallard pattern) and Lead wing/Peacock Wet caught many fish in the drift in front of that private cabin. I fished the Metolius R. many times after that and never had a day like that, on a river that is not easily forthcoming of its fish…especially since they stopped the stocking programs. 

It was karma. Afterwards, I did a probably careless thing….I traced the owner and called him..an Erskine Wood, an attorney…too old to talk, I talked to Jr……another attorney. I asked, without over burdening him with the unnecessary clutter of an admission…could I perhaps have permission to visit the property on the Metolius R. with the understanding I would be a most attentive steward. It was not only ‘no’ but ‘hell no’. Apparently, years had evolved of trespassers ruining the site to such a degree the family didn’t bother locking the door anymore because of broken windows… siding  or shingles had been ripped from the cabin to build fires…by cross country skiers was the assumption and evidence. The tone was impatient, authoritative and devoid of any approachability…so I could not ask about the pictures on the walls…the tracings of proud catches some thirty to forty years ago..

Mr. Erskine Wood Jr. did suggest something though that expanded my world, my understanding of stewardship. He suggested I visit the land directly across the river…land owned by the Nature Conservancy….Nature Conservancy? I came to understand the buying up of land to protect it. It was a good discovery and I had even more reverence for the Wood Property as I gazed upon it across the river. I so hope the Wood family still owns that land and that some where within the family, those pictures-drawings are saved and revered. I believe the Wood family has been and continues to be a strong force to preserve the Metolius R. basin and their memories. (Ellen Wood)

The thought of any land be zoned or approved for development is not comfortable with me. But, there are cabins near Camp Sherman that I have stayed at, and enjoyed. But, how far should that development go..how big…private cabins down stream every hundred yards? A resort? Affluence, effluence, seepage, infrastructure, run off, traffic, on and on. Nope, the river is pristine…It is my Pebble Mine. These are the struggles. Not Climate Change BS (don’t get me started). These habitat changes and County Commissioners that provide good ol’ boy permits, etc. Economic development and land use rights are the key at least in Oregon.  The growth of Sisters to Redmond to Bend to LaPine will tilt the Earth for Central Oregon.  Oregon FF Blog is right on this one! (OFFB often sets forth intelligent data on habitat issues in the West, particularly in Oregon) http://oregonflyfishingblog.com/     (http://noresorts.blogspot.com/      Ellen Wood Responds)

 http://www.savethemetolius.org/themetoliusbasin.html   

http://oregonflyfishingblog.com/2009/01/29/survey-biggest-threats-to-wild-fish-in-oregon/    

  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Erskine_Scott_Wood  (fascinating history)

“C.E.S. Wood was a writer, poet, soldier, corporate lawyer, and a lover of books. He was a founder of Portland’s Public Library and the Portland Art Museum. A self-proclaimed anarchist, he was a regular contributor to radical journals of the day.” http://myweb.wvnet.edu/~jelkins/lp-2001/wood.html  (Good thing I did not run into GGrandpa).

http://oregonstate.edu/dept/press/u-w/woodIntro.html (Special genetics…it was a karma laden site) 

 

 

 

 

 

Metolius River (Above the Gorge)

Metolius River (Above the Gorge)

http://www.centraloregonlandwatch.org/content/supreme-court-accepts-petition-review-regarding-protection-metolius-headwaters    January 14, 2009

http://www.centraloregonlandwatch.org/




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