Monthly Archives: March 2013

The Innerworkings…

I have been thinking lately that my little and slightly unknown page is in need for a bit of an overhaul. In the next few weeks you will see a bit more on the site. I am going to begin by adding a couple features.  “Fishnerdproof” and “Backcountrybugs” will be the first two additions. The next phase will be videos. The first step is YouTube, if I get good at it, I will then move to Vimeo. I was thinking one field test and one bug per month here, nothing too crazy.

Fishnerdproof will comprise of items that I actually use in the field and certain tests on certain items to ascertain the most functional products on the market. I am not asking for freebies, if they end up on my doorstep, you can guarantee your item will be torn, broken, smashed, shredded, or otherwise destroyed in the harsh New Mexico environment (AKA Fishnerd Testing Facility). All this stuff will be tested in real world situations and beyond that, in the same way my gear is tested. These “Reviews” will not happen often, but when they do, I’ll try to make them fun!IMGP0390

Backcountrybugs will be a tutorial place of sorts where I will demonstrate patterns that work, rather than untested flies (salmon flies are an exception to the rule). I might even talk about tips and new techniques to use when you sit behind a vise. I’ll also be covering “Outside-the-box” ways to use normal or old material. I may even have a guest type thing going on when I tie with other people. Who knows… Basically, it will be a tying resource. IMGP0396

The page will remain the same. I will write. That is all. Recently, I have become tired of seeing a lot of what I am seeing in the Fly Fishing world. It is not a popularity contest out there. It is not about egomaniacs. It is about the art, the inner-workings of the mind, the philosophy of the river, the peace of the chaotic outdoors, and so many more reasons. It is why we have something to write about all of the time. It isn’t a sales gimmick or a status symbol. It is fun, it is a passion, it is a love, and a way of life for many. A way of life that is sometimes a struggle.

I hope you enjoy the added features for 2013!

Posts to come next month…

Fishing with Sanders and tying with friends

Ice-out lake fishing

Early season hiking

The PT post

I know you guys have been waiting for a lot of this already, I have been a bit wrapped up with learning this new life.

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…And Then, There Was Chaos

clouds_edited-1There is no order without chaos, or at least that is how the old adage plays. As silly as it may sound, this statement is not as confounding as people make it out to be. It is not the age old question of the chicken or the egg. In fact, as philosophies evolve, we often realize that some things can not be put under the microscope to be analyzed. Often, our energy is often spent more efficiently and wisely elsewhere. Frankly, the statement of order and chaos is just that, a statement. Some tend to get lost in the definition of it all. Lost in some kind of philosophical wormhole of paradoxical bliss. We find the answer is still the statement, because the statement is the answer. We should really be asking what the question is.

Waking up on the wrong side of the river (in the city) comes with complications that I have yet to find a friendly relationship with. To bring a good example to light, traffic. As much as the highway seems like a river, it is far from behaving anything like one. It goes both up and down hills and generally breaks all of the rules that Newton set into stone. These were my thoughts as I drove to work, preparing a fake smile to people who expected it. Life had become a pattern. A pattern with very limited time to accomplish the things that I wanted. I watched people following the same pattern, some in love with that life, some just continuing on because they assume there is no other choice. Something had to give.

Around lunch I received a text, “Are you coming this weekend?”  Even though it was only a question, I had to say yes. I did this to force myself out of a pattern that I had grown so used to. Such a dry life spent waiting for days off to fish. The only excitement in my life was found drifting the fly down a mildly tumultuous path to serve as a platter for the upscale type of fish. After my fun had been spent, the situation became real again and it was back to the pattern. My escape plan had been forged into an alchemists dream. Twenty-four hours to move from Colorado Springs to Taos.IMGP0814

After work, I packed my things to travel to greener pastures. Pastures that weren’t really green at all. Pastures who are more of a conglomeration of sand, mountains, and water. I knew the cut in pay, I knew that it might mean longer hours, I knew there might be less time on the water, at the very least I would be talking fishing. This was the means to dedicate myself more to the sport and restoration, more time to write, more time to be creative, more time to live. There is no paycheck in the world that could take me away. After four hours of driving through mountains with snow-packed roads and police pulling stranded citizens from the side of the road in unrelenting snow, I had arrived at my new home. Taos, New Mexico. The land of milk and honey… Or maybe just art and fly fishing. btcolor

Now, a month has gone by and my trout senses are reset to New Mexico. The chaos and dust has settled. In the midst of it all, I have still found a way to fish being only 20 minutes away from great water. Through all of the chaos, life just ironed itself out. Around every turn, every hiccup that may have ended in disaster, it all worked out and life hangs in the balance of chaos and order. Chaos that seems to settle if life continues to follow the path of the river. Tumultuous, yet controlled by mother nature. I’ll continue drifting this canyon until my time comes to reach the ocean.IMGP0880