Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Monday, December 14, 2009
It seems like its been too damn long since I have been fishing. In reality it HAS been too damn long since I have been fishing. I missed out on some the best the north west fall has to offer and found myself staring the tumultuous beginning of winter steelhead season right in the face.
I had a damn good summer and fall for flinging flies and now its time to pay penance; to cold rivers, and a fish that is on the verge of extinction. Frigid cold days swinging a fly that resembles nothing found in nature will cleanse the memories of easy summer fish from my mind. long - cold hours of wondering if my fly missed a fishes' strike zone by inches or feet, (or if there was a strike zone in the first place) will melt my confidence as a fellow who knows how to catch a fish or two.
The only pleasure I am allowed, is the "aaahhh" feeling as my running line snaps tight against the spool of my reel after making a good cast, and perhaps the resolution that I did my best after swinging through a good piece of steelhead water. May be if I am supremely lucky, or blessed- a legendary fish the color of steel will see fit to smash my simple offering of fur, feathers, barbless hooks.
To land it would be a hope far too ambitious and greedy for a neophyte such as my self. just slam the fly, shake your head, and say goodbye. Thats all I want. That seems to be all I live for this time of year. A small token to prove; that yes, I am indeed learning. yes I am doing something right after all, and this festering cesspool of insecurities that resembles my own wader clad self while "trying to hit it right" is only an illusion created by a fishery on the brink of collapse, and a population of fishermen reaching overflow, or a body on the edge of hypothermia.
Until that "SLAM" which I know is waiting for me somewhere and somewhen in a winter river, I practice the cast, the swing, and pay my dues in a world where sometimes there isn't a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow or a steelhead ready to bite.
Either way its good to be back. Its good to be cold. and its good to be fishing the winter.
Posted by bad fish at 12:16 PM
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
He is as articulate as the flies he ties...
He once tied a fly; while casting it...
He mastered the three handed spey rod...
He once swam upstream to spawn, just to see what it felt like...
He is: The most interesting customer at the fly shop.
Stay slimy my friends.
Posted by bad fish at 1:42 PM
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Overheard at Rusty's fly shoppe and emporium.
Q:$300 dollar spey rod? A: Not as good as a $800 dollar spey rod.
Q:$800 dollar spey rod? A: What every one at the hatchery hole uses.
Q:spey reel? A: doubles for black marlin fishing.
Q: Drag? A: when I have to cast in front of people... that I know.
Q: click pawl reel? A: I need one and I don't know why, I just do okay!
Q: spey cast? A: can I buy that at the shop too?
Q: favorite casting method? A: roll cast
Q: Double spey? A: if there is a rod that cost's twice as much Im pretty sure I need it.
Q: snap T? A: I snagged my face.
Q: grain weight? A: my beer gut after spending all winter at the bar talking about spey casting and winter steel head fishing
Q: Scandinavian style? A: talking dirty in a swedish accent.
Q: Skagit style? A: fishing while wearing a Nascar hat, Slayer cut off T-shirt, and drinking Old Milwaukee.
Q: price tag? A: guide to quality.
Q: Steelhead? A: trendy
Q: functionally extinct? A: steelhead
Q: overpopulation? A: steelhead fishermen
Q: swinging? A: not just for pervs in the 70's anymore
Q: nymphing? A: someone said its bad, they were wearing a patagonia jacket, so I effing believe them.
Q: indicator? A: thats a bobber! bobbers are the devil! im not sure why though.
Q: backing knot? A: haven't seen it since I tied it a couple years ago.
Q: Latin name for steelhead? A: Oncorhynchus Mykiss
Q: Latin name for a spey-tard in the presence of a real steelheader?
A: Mykiss Uranus
Posted by bad fish at 2:15 PM