no goals, no plans.
going where the winds take me.
while the human world is full of the other kind, this lovely Yuan-yang or Mandarin drake duo kindly sent in by Hans Weilenmann to share here are not only mind-blowing exquisite creatures to look at or of much less importance, something to get the fly-tying geeks all excited about but oh, i don’t know… on second thought, there really isn’t anything to say about these images that they don’t say by themselves.
be sure to visit Hans’ Flytier’s Page for what’s in my opinion the best and most varied collection of flies from tiers all over the world and here for all of his tying and tips and tricks tutorials shared on TLC so far.
in a world (mine) where fly fishing and everything else somehow manages to combine i’m often confronted with difficult mind-numbing decisions such as:
– will this particular food enhance my day on the water ?
– are socks made by a fishing brand capable of outperforming (whatever that means) or be more comfy than non use-specific socks ?
– shall i shave before going to the river and other mojo-enhancing or destructive maybe make-or-break weirdnesses like,
“where’s that lucky cap, i’ll blank if i don’t have it !”,
taking the 9′ 5wt that caught that big brown instead of the 9′ 5wt that’s only caught little perch so far,
the “wait, this spot’s never fished well when the wind’s coming in from the Mediterranean”,
“you could be going out on a lunch date but you’d rather go out and wave a rod around instead ?!”
(i’m single. going out on dates means a lot more to us than you married/hooked-up lot)(at least it should, among other reasons, we don’t have that roll-over, “wanna ?” taken for granted convenience)
and then realising that Tuesday wasn’t open to fishing after all as there where several non-fly fishing things spread out throughout the day planned well in advance that had been duly noted in the agenda that hardly ever if ever gets read which in the end leaves a dour D’Oh, a sour taste, a lingering smell of anticipatory sweat and several bags laying by the front door looking stupid and lonely that remind me of a dog one would have gotten all excited by telling it they where going for that long-needed relief walk, had grabbed the leash and then at the last moment yelled feckit all ! and deciding to watch videos that have absolutely nothing to do with fly fishing instead.
something like these FurBirds…
granted, and in a simplistic way, knowing how feathers developed over millions of years won’t be a game changer whether we’re tying flies with them or fishing but, it’s still cool. enjoy !
as an aside, next time a fellow angler asks to see the fly you’re catching on, you could always tell them that it has dinosaur components. i’m sure they’ll take a pass next time they want to ask…
nothing’s better than having a good breakfast before heading out for a hard day’s fishing. bon appétit !
free, easy and the best part is you can sit back and let the others do all the hard work !
just a little reminder my friends, be sure to have a designated swimmer if you’re out holiday festing and plan to be fuzzy-feathered.
missing out on a lot of fish but then, it never really was about catching fish…
tying geeks use them to make salmon flies but the male bird uses these amazing feathers to dazzle the chicks before mating.
“Though the Great Argus is not as colorful as other pheasants, its display surely ranks among the most remarkable. The male clears an open spot in the forest and prepares a dancing ground. He announces himself with loud calls to attract females, then he dances before her with his wings spread into two enormous fans, revealing hundred of “eyes” while his real eyes are hidden behind it, staring at her.”
it’s an interesting technique, i think i’ll give it a try.
big thanks to Andreas Lestander for the cool and oh-so-well fitting ‘Salmo trutta Argusianus’ title !
they’re both under water creatures.
the onslaught of age and all the lovely side-effects associated with this wonderful period in life: lost or misplaced memories, debilitating hallucinations/delirium tremens that happen without even drinking… have given me the impressions that there are very little differences between birds and fish and can’t help but see this mutation when i observe either one.
just as the original Surrealists would just sit there, rely on automatism and wait for their subconscious to ejaculate and do the work for their intellectually over-stressed creamy consciousnesses, i often sit at the vise and things just happen.
birds happen. bird shapes that appeal to fish happen. bird shapes that move like fish in the water happen.
somewhere the cross-over happened and to be honest, i couldn’t be happier. it even makes me want to dance like a bird.
is a Kaja -pronounced ‘kaya’- (Western Jackdaw – Coloeus monedula).
probably the most common bird in Sweden, they’re everywhere !
glad to see my little friends again ! seems very early but what a good sign…
was too beautiful to be used on some vulgar fly…