Red Hot Dragon Fly….Always a Goodluck Charm
Archive for July, 2012
31
Jul
12
The Wet Fly Simply Put………………
An obscured view of the pattern here, because the simplicity of this pattern begs all manner of colors for the abdomen, thorax, thread color. Simple to tie and always a worthy offering to rising fish.
Showed these two patterns long ago and came upon them again. The simple removal of the biot tail takes the classic Prince Nymph (an excellent fly) and creates, I think, an excellent pattern, The Pauper.
Tony Muncy near the Minn./S.Dakota Border (SwittersB)
For the first time in ages, the back of my rig is void of anything fishing. Not one rod or fly box. Nothing for ‘just in case’. I have been busy with life’s duties and obligations. Just the way it is. The passion is too engrained to just evaporate; too many years. Right now it all seems out of focus. Or is it? See that escape to what feels best is alive and well, I believe.
Messages abound, signs that even a brief escape would be beneficial and soon. Like yesterday…a sign…I was exiting the freeway, headed home. I saw a sign. A contrast of sorts that begged for more simplicity, more nature, escape.
Half naked young women performing a car wash at a nude bar, other young women ‘soliciting’ for dirty cars on the sidewalk, as cars passed by. Next to them, a large white limo in the lot. The limo appeared to have carried a large family (old and young dressed in they finest). They were laying flowers, wreaths, balloons on the lot…holding a wake of sorts, next to car wash event. Such event planning. A spot where last week a young man was shot to death. Some ambush & revenge issue from the ‘hood.
The contrast of it all was not some terrible theater of life that causes confusion, questions or stress. No, it was almost comical, humorous and ‘interesting’. That was when, as I drove on, I said to myself…’self, you need to get your ass out of town soon and fish’. Yep, that’s what I said. The weirdness of the city must be endured yes. But, to endure it, one must periodically escape to the greater chapel.
27
Jul
12
Love & The Trout Stream
My son, Tony (left), and Zach Gildorf from The River Why movie, on set at the fly shop (NWFFO)
The movie The River Why was on some channel this morning. I read the book when it was first released in 1983. A few years ago, the film was filmed, in part, at a local fly shop where my son worked. It was fun to see the set up and behind the scenes effort. I knew parts were also filmed down along the Wilson River. So, I sat through the movie and found it over all scenic, distracting and somewhat cheesy at times. Most of it was highly improbable and awkward in the mechanics, but the message was the point. I particularly like the final sentence.
But, the final passages in the movie, plus Gus’s reconnecting with his parents was the most enjoyable aside from the sunshine artfully streaming down upon Amber Heard‘s blond locks.
“People often don’t know what they are talking about, but when they talk about love, they really don’t know what they are talking about. The one sure thing you can say about love, is that there isn’t much you can say about it. Not that you shouldn’t try. You can make analogies, love is like a lot of things. One thing it is like is a trout stream. Try to capture a trout stream with a dam, and you get a lake. Try to catch it in a bucket, and you get a bucket of water. Put some under a microscope, and you get a closeup look at some writhing amorphous microcooties. But a trout stream is only a trout stream when its flowing between two banks, at it own pace, and in its own sweet way.”
This isn’t a movie review, believe me. It is just that I liked that final passage in the movie and the scenery. The book is worth a read for sure.
Beadhead Pupa Patterns Waiting (SwittersB)
All manner of life’s demands sometimes, often times, stand between this sweet obsession of fly fishing and our needs to be at ease. At ease with that part of us that feels certain fulfilling thoughts as we are in the act of fishing.
Probably different for many as to what they feel or process while fishing, but I am today considering what you think and feel when not fishing….when you are not likely to get out for anytime soon and the mind twitches through sequences of thought.
For me, my Winter’s effort at tying set there, in boxes, as a provocation. That effort, the anticipation, the planning are on hold. Yet, those repetitive efforts to tie flies were also tied to daydreams, images of successes and a preordained sense of satisfaction. Denied those successes the mind sputters along. There is not gleeful anticipation, but more like an annoying comparison of what was and what is now…like that irritating back or shoulder pain that begs comparisons of what was and what is now.
For me presentation and anticipation, akin to some seduction, are running through my mind. Like that sexy picture that can be seen but never touched. One has to believe that some day one will feel the fantasy and the reality come back together….soon. Life interrupts………this too shall pass.
