Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Just Waiting...






































We arrived at our destination and got everything ready to go.

Rods, reels, bait, chairs, food, drinks and a million other things in tow.

I bombed out a cast and set the rod in the holder, and on cue he grabs his chair.

As he plops down with a big smile, he made me a proud father for the millionth time....

"Just waiting for my bite dad"

Be still my beating heart.

Monday, January 7, 2019

Cant Leave It On The Road...































Gifts, dont question where they come from...

A couple hundred cars probably passed this squirrel taking it's final dirt nap.   When I went by, I knew what I was going to do.

I've come to the portion of my fly tying life that I cannot leave a dead squirrel on the road without making some alterations and adding to my collection.

I've salvaged coyote tails, countless squirrels, hun patridge, pheasant, raccoon, and a bunch of other animals that made it way onto the tying bench.  Too funky, smells a bit weird, na.....we can salt the stench away.

At this point, I may be a hoarder.  A good squirrel tail will last a season, maybe two of intense hairwing tying.  I think i have 7 now.

Why do I keep doing this..... quote a grandmothers or two out there, "Ya never know"

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Swing And A Miss...























There's always a story behind the story.

The bird hit the ground, picked up by a happy dog and returned to an even happier hunter.

From the start, you could tell something was off on this bird. 

It's size said a veteran of the game.  The spurs said years were on this pheasant, not months.

But still, it had very little in the tail feather department. 

What's the story?

A quick inspection told the story.  A coyote took a swing, and missed

The bird got away with it's life.  The coyote got a bunch of fly tying material in it's mouth.