countless hours and days spent in the woods streamside all over the globe and i’ve never seen a tree like this. how little i know; i need to get out more often…
i’ve always found that to be somewhat of a strange statement. it seems to me like we have three options; either we believe or we don’t and instead of wanting, it might be more reasonable to say ‘I’m open to believing’ but that makes for a dull poster. wanting, specially when it concerns alien sheep, already tips the scales towards belief but i never wanted to believe in alien sheep, they wanted me to believe in them.photographed last spring along a stream that holds surprisingly large brown trout in northern England just a few days before the Brexit referendum, i’ve been wondering ever since if there might be a connection but then, it just might be something I’d like to believe.
he didn’t actually say it but it was implied by his stature and presence. his good mojo helped me catch three gorgeous jewel-like brown trout in the tiny mountain brook not five metres behind me but the best part was a comment from a lady that walked by as i was taking his photo; “This one’s funny, it looks just like my husband’s…….. “ and walked away hands over mouth with what i thought i saw as a little blush.
a nice, vibrating little chance encounter that changed the tone to the outing for the rest of the afternoon. nice.
found on Fly Lords facebook page, here’s a more than welcome change from the usual, virtually always the same, and getting boring as hell trend in fly fishing videos.
there’s no droning higher ground morals or self-validating or ethics speech. no fancy, costing an arm and both legs travel to what once used to be an exotic location nor brand names being hashtagged down our throats.
just a simple, normal T Rex catching a catfish with a fly rod: nice, nice and nice… enjoy ! 😄
and of the interesting things said about them on fly fishing forums.
– ” Been thinking about ‘waterproof’ fly boxes. The only real advantage I reckon is that they should float.
Otherwise this waterproofing stuff is just a method on how to ensure that moisture cannot escape the fly box. How to get nice and rusty flies if you don’t open your boxes to dry after getting home… ” *
– ” I know from experience. They have two advantages they can make your hooks rust faster, and you can watch them drift off on the current, rather than see them sink out of site! If you paint them bright orange, so you can see them better, you can see them float away into the extreme distance.
The worst of all worlds are ones that only float for a short while. They drift off to where you can’t reach them, then sink. There is an inverse square law with the probability of loosing a box being dependent on the cost of the box and the time effort and expense put into filling it.
Not that I’m cynical about it at all ” *
* (names withheld to protect the innocent)
not a whole lot to learn or whoop and whap about but a 1:52 short little venture into Scottish river-side humour for your pleasure that’s bound to raise a few lip corners. the cheering ooohs and ahhhhs make it really special, enjoy !
first, there’s the obvious fly fishing. second, is watching drones crash. today’s treat combines both wonderfully, enjoy !
be warned, the following is a wonderful combination of human ingenuity born through scientific knowledge and a rather hopeless manner to treat whats usually a dire situation.
we’d already seen a similar fire-starting method involving the creative usage of pee-pee… but this one’s bound to smell, well, better.
– the ones among us that marvel at how the most seemingly insignificant things that surround us all interrelate and interact will find this how-to video pretty cool and even way cool.
– the ones among us that are actually interested in outdoor survival techniques will immediately understand that the likelihood of having all the right components to make this work in whatever particular survival situation is so close to nill that it would probably take some math geek a long-long time to figure out the odds, making this method one of the most unrealistically feasible fire-starting methods ever conceived. in other words and in practical terms, its about as dumb as it gets.
– i’m sure there’s a word out there that describes the feeling one feels on a subject that’s both brilliant and dumb but i don’t know it but whatever this is called, i love it. enjoy !
a big thanks to Grunde Lovoll for the pyrocitrus headsup 😉
or was it better safe than sorry ?
whatever it is and considering i can’t really distinguish between the two, this little animiobjectophiliac* greeting card in an abstractosymbolic way signifies or at least points to the end of winter and the beginning of spring. spring is a good thing because trout waters will open up again around here and i can continue my fishing cycle in peace and leeks and fish can be as one.
* ok, i made that up but it’s a combination of Animism, the belief that non-human entities—such as animals, plants, and inanimate objects—possess a spiritual essence and objectophilia, a sexual fetish focused on particular inanimate objects or as they say; for the lover of fine things…
and yes, its indeed been a long winter.
“Giant Trevally are a predatory fish that have even been known to eat birds. This video is proof that they also eat bird flies made from flip flops that wash up on the shore. Shot on location at Farquhar Atoll in the Seychelles on November 16th, 2015.”
not only amusing and inspiring, this is a great reminder that ‘matching the hatch‘ isn’t just about bugs. enjoy !
Big Joe Turner being the great man that he was had of course envisioned this event…
ok, but what’s in it ?
as a fisher who doesn’t kill fish its not a question i regularly ask myself but its indeed an interesting topic. i’ve always heard of weird things like license plates, beer cans and whatnot showing up in shark bellies but it seems like our slimy friends have a diverse appetite that goes far beyond the typical insect or smaller fish.
“A friend of mine was trolling in Loch Long, and hooked a seithe. An enormous cod seized the seithe, and paid the penalty by being brought into the boat himself. His girth seemed unnaturally large, and, upon opening him, a brown paper packet of sandwiches, enough for luncheon for a pretty large party, was taken out. They could not have been less injured, mustard and all, had the cod’s stomach been a sandwich-box.
No-one knows whether they ate the sandwiches or not. The fish can consider itself lucky it didn’t meet Colquhoun himself – bloodthirsty old rascal, he would probably have shot it. Cod are the dustbins of the sea and will eat almost anything, accounting for how, in his 1895 Sea Fishing, John Bickerdyke remembered how a captain called Hill accidentally dropped a bunch of keys over the side in the North Sea and thought them lost for good, only to recover them several weeks later in the belly of a cod he trawled up many miles distant – but I guess in those days cod were so abundant that the idea of a dropped set of keys not ending up inside one must have seemed fairly ludicrous. Then there is Dr. Day’s story of a seven inch candle found inside a cod which may have been in search of enlightenment; and others said to have swallowed guillemots, partridges, turnips and even whole hares. The mind boggles at how or where a cod would come across a hare, but then again…”
click here for the complete gastro-piscatorial article on Thefishingmuseum online. enjoy !
* yes, Fround…
i can’t say who this BIG fellow is but he’s good, GIANTLY good. enjoy !
as for the how, whys and wheres, your guess is as good as mine…