don’t do this in winter !

the first time i tried this kind of shot (arm reached down, camera below the fish, lens pointing up to include the both of us in the frame) was in winter wearing a sweater and jacket. sure, my arm got wet, no problem. but what i realized just a few moments later when casting again was all the residual water that was inside the sleeve started running down my armpits, torso and down my waders. a nice way to get very cold and feel ummm, clammy.
lesson learned: no, it sure isn’t the end of the world and it doesn’t ruin the day but it’s better to keep this kind of shots for summertime…

Fly Casting- Jean Dujardin never turned around.

fishing in tight spaces are always a tricky situation because casting and therefore fishing successfully involves thinking and more precisely, thinking before acting. what i’ve noticed in life so far, is that thinking after the fact usually doesn’t do much good because contrary to popular belief, most people don’t really learn from their mistakes. Lefty’s still saying that god won’t let you cast this way or that, we still burn our tongues biting into a hot pizza and rap is still a popular music form…
when encumbered by trees and brush, cliffs and livestock, to get the fly out to the fish in an inciting manner the successful angler needs to look around and be aware of all those dumb things that nature surounds us with and puts between us and our slimy friends. this Jean guy i used to go fishing with who was always snagging his flies left and right and everywhere in between once said: ” Nature’s a bitch ! “.
now, i don’t know about you all but i find that to be quite an interesting observation. however many times i might have tried to explain that he was seeing the situation in reverse, all the “bitches are just part of nature, they’re definitely not all of it “ didn’t manage to change his Nouveau-Hollywoodian constricted vision of things one iota and this stiff-as-a-pole Jean guy kept on banging his rod tip against lampshades, casting and loosing countless flies in bonzaï trees and he eventually died of hunger, stucker than stuck in stream-side quicksand… i can’t say i feel sorry for him because a) he was a bad actor b) he didn’t have any family or friends and c) i don’t like dirty-mouthed vulgar people anyhow so it all worked out somewhat well in the end, he got what he deserved.
i learned from his experience, gained strength through his weaknesses, dropped my silly french accent and learned to look around me constantly when i’m fishing. i hardly lose any flies and i’m still alive to talk about it. not bad. as a side note,  i’ll never fish in an Andorran souvenir shop again because well… there aren’t any fish in Andorran souvenir shops.