Mitosis Egg!

I set out filming Fly Hacks to help people understand the “why” and “how come” that I find myself asking when watching other videos. Anyone can bake a cake by recipe, but knowing how and why certain ingredients are used can lead you to make better cakes. I feel the same with flies. We can copy other patterns, but when we understand what we are doing, we can take an idea further. I hope my readers and watchers can take my patterns further. It is more about how you can use a material than it is about what new materials are out there.

 


New Fly Hacks Is Out!

I wanted to keep everyone posted here. I dropped the new fly hacks and currently working on a DVD for season 1 aka last year. Only 5 episodes, but I’m trying to pack it as full of extras that I can. I might even film the entire season this year and put that out? Heck, I may do something altogether different. Either way, a tying DVD will be out soon. Maybe, a little spiral book of recipes as well. Who knows. Anyhoo, I really wanted to focus on upsizing small flies to give some ammunition to tailwater anglers this winter. Here it is!


Alas

IMG_1009Through a downward slope of chaotic meanderings, water tumbles over stones millions of years old where the basalt has been polished to glass by the traffic. Traffic without stop lights, where jams are managed by toppling over one another. But here, alas, respite. 6,000 vertical feet to go.
The journey of water is nearly as mysterious as the fish who reside within it. Maybe the water melted from a glacier stored thousands of years ago. Maybe from rain or snow. Maybe this is it’s first journey to the ocean. I almost feel bad for flinging droplets of water to the shore from the back of a fly who’s weight is nearly measurable in ounces. Those drops evaporate and are carried east to slower, probably less desirable water. Maybe that water will get the chance to flow here again, after it makes its way around the world. Not in my lifetime though.

The rhetoric and the mystery continues with the fish. These pike reside in class 5 rapids. Pushed to the edge of their ability and they thrive, giving credence to “what doesn’t kill you”. As a human fishing for the brutish beasts in the destructive terrain, the words should be changed to, “if it doesn’t kill you”. It wants to, and every chance it gets, it will. Fitting that pike would be here to live in harmony with the chaos and destructive force of this mighty divide in the earth. IMG_0997

The pike here aren’t as few and far between as one would expect. They are concentrated in great numbers and more aggressive than any other pike in the world. The only place to my recollection that a pike would eat after being caught. A place where you have to wait for the second take to be prepared enough to set; or by the time you set from the first take, the pike has already eaten your fly a second time. A place where if you talk to someone, you’ve already missed three. IMG_0998

We forget about what it takes to survive. Our buttons and knobs that complete simple tasks lead us to believe that a fish can be an annoyance, a nuisance. What it takes to survive here is more than what us humans can muster. There are no prepackaged meal plans here, no heaters, stairs or escalators. No mechanized tools of survival or assistance from ones who can. Just a fish that has all the cards stacked against it in a place where the water can rest on its journey to who-knows-where. Alas, here we are.IMG_1001


Not a Rich Man

I may not live in a giant house or drive the newest of cars. I may not dine on the most elegant foods or drink the finest champagne. The shop I work in is not the most beautiful spectacle to behold. However, as mediocre as it all sounds, all of the things I have are all that I want or need in life. They exceed every expectation; the friends are true and the food is real. It may be a rustic way of living, but at least my excersize is climbing a mountain rather than flights of stairs. The decisions are whether or not to fish, rather than attend a meeting. I don’t live a life where I can ask what the easy way is. If I worked in an office building, the elevator would always be broken. On occasion, I ask myself why in a self loathing tone. Looking back, even in the five years I’ve spent blogging, it is all worth it. Every step was worth the work, every decision worth the effort. Even though I am not a popular guy with the masses, in the hearts of some, I am. I ended up in one of the most beautiful places on earth around the greatest people alive, my friends. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to share it. Without you, I would be miserable AND broke.  

 


Don’t Blink

It’s a strange thing traveling from the written word to video. Inflection destroys even well placed commas. So, I’ve gone from writing to winging it. I hope you enjoy it. 

From recent discussions, I’m going to be writing more and be less concerned with ranting. I’ll see you soon!

http://youtu.be/eqX7OPLxTYA


It Has Always Been a While

Five years ago, I thought it might be fun to delve into the world of the blog. To learn, to teach, to make people laugh and think about fishing from my perspective. I slowly withered and hoped for a shot at the “big time” like some sort of rockstar. Well, rockstar fly fishers don’t chase carp or musky, bass or gar. I’ll never get an award or nod from the masses for raising catfish to a fly on purpose. I will never appeal to those who think fly fishing is a sport of the high-class. I do not desire accolades or notoriety. I do, however, hope someone else does what I did and enjoys what fly fishing has to offer and all of what fly fishing encompasses. I do what I love because I love to do it. My payment comes in no form of success, but rather, failure. I have failed an attempt to be the serious and contemplative angler because that is not who I am. In an effort to show everyone who I am, I’m back to being that weird guy. Back to being me. I’m not going to catch trout to ogle over (well possibly…), I’m not going to be in black and white print (well, maybe that but hopefully never a magazine cover[not pretty enough]). I will stay true to who and what I am. I am a fly fisherman. I am a goof. Here’s a video. 

Please accept this as my non-immediate return to the blogging world. Maybe it will be another while.


The Trout Conundrum (calling out a steamy load of BS)

Trout are food. Yes, we can eat them, but we do not. Why? Simply stated, we are in the know. The value of a trout in a river system is more than on a plate. For those who do not know, the trout is a measure of pride and the value is on a plate as a source of “free food”. They aren’t remotely free. Allow me to explain…

For the frugal fisherman lucky to be within a $20 gas run of trout, will also spend $10 per trip on bait. Is that all? Nope. How bout another $10 on food, $10 on misc equip (bobbers and hooks), and $5 to get into a state park. That’s $55 dollars per trip. This isn’t including the money the frugal person lost by calling in sick on a “hot” fishing day. But the cost doesn’t end there, the fisherman also has to spend $35 on a license and $20 on a “fishin’ pole”. I’m leaving tackle boxes and trout towels out of the equation entirely because, if the frugal fisherman fishes every weekend, he is already spending $2,915 per year. If this fisherman catches his limit every time he fishes (which would never happen), he would have 510 fish averaging about 1/2lb each. That’s 255lbs of fish in a year. Heck, let’s say he was lucky and caught 1lb fish all year. That’s 510lbs…
His grand total per pound of fish is $5.72. FIVE DOLLARS AND SEVENTY-TWO CENTS!!!! PER POUND!!!! FOR TROUT!?!?!? Are you crazy???

It does not end there either. Oh no, because the frugal fisherman has no idea that it costs the state roughly $1 per trout to stock “catchable” trout. I’m not even including post-stocking dead loss and both summer and winter kill. On top of that, clubs and the federal and state governments spend about $2,300,000 per year (situational) on habitat restoration to help these feeble trout survive the harsh conditions of New Mexico. Let’s say that $2M supports (more than likely only 500,000, but we are going full benefit of the doubt here) 1M fish, that is another $2 per fish. This brings the grand total to $8.72 per pound of hatchery raised “wild” trout. Is this guy actually frugal?

Get a clue. Buy direct from the store (identical to hatchery fish) and save $5 per pound.

If you made it through this and you are “that guy”, I hope you understand the real reason you fish. You aren’t fishing to save money. Truth be told, we wouldn’t need hatcheries and restoration projects if we all cared about the places we fish. Just my honest opinion.

Side note: Stop blaming the muskies for eating all of “your trout” if you are also eating all of “your trout”. Let’s all be more productive and start blaming other fishermen who are incapable of self-regulation. (Extra credit: the average human consumes 600% of their body weight per year. Muskies, 120%. Tell me again, who eats everything in sight?)


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