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.
poor guy. an exciting name like Publius Vergilius Maro gets vulgarly reduced to Virgil to what, simplify its pronunciation to the masses ?… anyhow, Publius the Poet wasn’t referring to some schmaltzy romanticism when he wrote that but was a deep understanding of one of the only real boundaries that nature on earth has to offer. shores, whether they be in fresh or salt, in still, flowing or seas are the demarcation point between us and them but its also where the two of us can meet as we’re both inextricably attracted to this boundary each one safely in our comfort zones. sometimes we mingle, sometimes we don’t and that’s just fine because something within told us to go there and we simply did what we where supposed to do.
meh… there i go doing exactly one of the things i dislike the most about contemporary photography and any kind of art in general. something i’ve (unsuccessfully) been (mildly) fighting against ever since i did photo school in 1982:
finding the need to put words to images where the image should tell the story on its own and whatever the viewer sees or not or feels or not is their own private business and not mine. besides, i’m a really shitty writer, i know it. it’s just not my thing and i definitely don’t enjoy it and it shows. i’ll try to not fall into that trap again so,
here’s a shore that had its own story to tell.
contrary to Conan Doyle’s story which bears that very title, i can’t really tell you this animal’s adventures or even how it lived, but can only pictorially report it’s death, however
at this point in my life i’ve seen about a billion dead creatures but none as amazingly beautiful, creepy, hallucino-trippy, galaxy-encompassing, fleshy, cool, gooey and oh, i just can’t find any other words so i will just leave you with this Lion’s Mane jellyfish i found on the beach yesterday at Gare Loch, a sea loch connected to river Clyde near Glasgow, Scotland to enjoy.
ah, the joys of going back through old photos and finally seeing them correctly for the first time ! taken last fall in the Scottish Highlands, i had left mates Al and Bob to search ahead for any trout that might want to play, did a quick turn-around before passing the peak to take in the scenery and take a quick phone pic. distinctly remembering at the time that i would probably edit out my buddies because they’re just far away indistinct spots (sorry guys… ) and just keep the image for its lanscapeness but a closer several-months-later look revealed that at the very same instant the shutter button was pressed, as we can see from the ring, a trout had taken Al’s fly.
“A massive mayfly hatch on the Mississippi River in the La Crosse, Wisconsin area July 20, 2014, was described as a insect infestation of “biblical proportions” so intense that it made driving in the region difficult and even dangerous. Poor visibility and slippery roads (due to mayflies) were blamed for a three-vehicle accident on the Hwy. 63 bridge linking Red Wing and Hager City, Wisconsin, that left one person hospitalised.”
sure, this info has gone a bit viral lately. some have seen it and this is for those who haven’t. apart from the poor people hurt in the accident this is a magical moment to say the least.
click the gif for the full story by Ross Purnell at FlyFisherman
over Coglan Lake in the Yukon territory with Andrew Toft and while we’re at it, be sure to check out all those magnificent drop-offs where all the bigguns like to hang out. enjoy !
ahhhh, the things one finds when traveling. enjoy !
filmed by Micke Sashup
i had the great chance of meeting Lars Andersson at the Möller Bil fly fair held in Uppsala, Sweden in 2010. seeing this video brought back visions of a kind, quiet and simple soul who’s eyes and smile light up when he shows off his beautiful, exquisitely crafted fly boxes. much more than a hobby or passion, they’re made with love.
here’s how he makes them. reserve a little time as the film’s about 20 minutes long and it’s a lovely 20 minutes.
towards the end we’ll see him tie a very nice cdc winged caddis fly that should do the trick anywhere in the world there’s caddis. enjoy !
Lars doesn’t sell through stores but if you want one for yourself contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org
box image via southcreekltd.com
“I tried to make a photo and the camera was set at 3 sec. So in that time interval I was able only to fall down and not to make that classic photo with a big smile and my trout in my arms… “
here’s hoping we get to see many more images like this my friend !
by Vyacheslav Ivanov, enjoy !
“This is some of my fly fishing images split into layers and converted into a 3D effect – The idea is to integrate this effect into some filming projects planned for this season”
this experimental preview treat by Eoin Fairgrieve sure is promising. i’m really looking forward to see how integrates these trippy editing techniques in future films. be sure to watch it in full screen, enjoy !
‘casting out of the box’: a subject that’s quite dear to me.
it’s a combination of goofy fun but mostly being in touch with my own limits and learning to stretch them little by little. sometimes it’ll be casting to leaves at the top of a tree or down a steep slope or roof, roll and spey casting from the ground to hit the chimney opening or a car’s hubcaps as it rolls by. my rational friends don’t understand this but that’s their loss because the day there’s a trout at the top of a tree i’ll be the one catching it while they’ll be sitting there pondering whatever it is that rational people ponder about.
cheers to these likeminded fellas for this too-cool pic and maybe mostly for putting this vulgar hoop to good use !
image: Aaron Goodis
more than any other aspect among all the other aspects involved in the activity of fly fishing, to me, the strike is where it is and what it’s all about. apart from being able to admire the fish up close if everything works out well, all the rest comes
second well, third.
it happens in a flash and just like a lightning bolt we get to appreciate it in all it’s glory for only a brief moment in time. maybe that’s what makes it so special.
here’s a pretty unusual example of this most excellent moment through perfect timing with the camera from Mr. FlyLine, Mike Barrio.
hi friends !
just back from an almost three week, 5000 km tripping to the UK, trying to get things organized at home and as far as posting about the trippings here on the Cobra, i haven’t the slightest idea where to start so in the meantime, and since there weren’t a whole heck of a lot of fish involved… here are some very good friends.