Sunday, December 27, 2009
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Saturday, December 19, 2009
In the case of Old Man River, my father, the lines are horribly blurred
Recently he was forced to make a critical choice of two items
One—a much needed hearing aid
Or Two—his dream 4 weight fly rod set up, a Winston b2x 8’6 thing of fly fishing perfection. Exactly what he NEEDs to make beautiful dry fly presentations to waiting cutthroats on the St Joe river in northern Idaho.
To say my dad is hard of hearing is an understatement. Try issuing directions to Old Man river from the front of a drift boat as you fly down rapids on the Grande Ronde River in your drift boat .
When you play pinball off a few rocks…you understand he might not have heard you say HARD LEFT when you needed to. Our boat has paid that price a few times
So, hearing aid, new fly rod, hearing aid…new fly rod….what to choose?
I can assure you he made the right decision for the item he really needed.
That 4 weight Winston lays out line beautifully.
He still can’t hear you when you tell him to set the hook.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
So where did I find myself this weekend in search of undiscovered fly tying materials
The craft store.
The only word that sums up this experience …awkward
Right now it’s tying season. Time to restock our respective boxes, dream up new fly designs and in turn, find new materials could, just maybe, become the key ingredient in a new fly pattern that becomes the “it “ fly.
Now imagine this, all six eight and 260 of me, wandering down the isles of a local crafting store, looking for new materials that might make the wings of a stonefly new catch more light or create a better water silhouette , trying my best to look inconspicuous amongst the walls of sewing patterns, blankets materials and craft store aficionados. I felt like I was in a foreign land
You should have seen the blank stare of the sales associate as I tried to explain that I was looking for 6mm beads to include on a new idea I had for a steelhead nymph. By her reaction you would have though I asked for a stack free hundred dollar bills.
No lady, I’m not crazy, I’m just a fishing geek, expanding my horizons…..
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Well, this picture sums up why I fly fish. If I have to explain, you just dont get it
Taken by yours truely on the Owyhee River. If you can name me the angler in the shot, I will send you a dozen flies, free o charge. First person who gets it right wins...
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Nothings better when well laid plans come to fruition.
With terrible bird numbers in our local areas west of Spokane, we ventured south to our Snake River ground we have access on. I was accompanied by Rookie Brian and the energizer bunny of dads, OMR
It was bitterly cold, but the pleasant bite of the day made for great hunting conditions and good sent for the dogs. It's true that steelhead have my heart but a great day afield can do the same for my soul as day chasing steel.
Rookie Brian had a hell of a day. Being his second time out ever for Pheasants, he's learning the game on the fly. He connected on a beautiful passing shot on a fast flying ringneck for his first pheasant ever. What a pleasure it was to be a part of that special moment
I am having more fun this year bringing new people in the outdoors, and Brian is tops on that list. He's having a season to remember. Just last week he bagged his first buck with a bow, and now he's crossed pheasants off his list. I just hope to put him on few steelfaces before this season is behind us
OMR and Brian then teamed up on the second bird of the day and I rounded out the day with this bird, pictured above. I was a proud dog owner when Murphy caught the scent, and flushed this rooster up in between Brian and I. Two quick shots dispatched the bird and Murphy beelined for the downed rooster and brought it right back to us. Freaking Golden Moment (FGM) for the Murphster.
And yet again it was another day I was fortunate to spend afield with my best friend...OMR
What a day it was....