The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest : And the winner is….

Erin Block for her “Can you feel the pulse ?” piece and here’s a little fishing tune to celebrate !

this was a tough decision. five entries and five great entries from five friends. since i had a hard time deciding i asked a group of other friends to help me out.

Erin will receive the Jazz & Fly Fishing ‘Slow walking water’ CD, however there aren’t any losers !  the four others will get an assortment of good-mojo flies to try out on their favorite waters.  i need addresses !

once again, big enormous thanks to everyone would took the time to play along. my stats showed these entries to be the most popular reads in the last month and that’s really – really nice.

The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest ! Second Entry

second entry for The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest from Marshall White –

Music and Flycasting

For me it comes down to one simple word: “Practice”. Not the sodden drudgery of pointless exercises, but the very personal quest for skill. Drumming, on its surface is the extraordinarily simple act of hitting a tight plastic membrane with a stick. Casting on its surface it pretty simple as well, we use a bendy lever to propel a noodley line through the air. One finds out quickly that both are anything but simple.

A drummer must keep good time, and so must a competent caster. True understanding of the temporal element of both art forms takes many hundreds of hours of practice. To become one with an instrument or rod is the ultimate fruit of those hours of labor. Only through consistent practice are the subtleties of our craft revealed.  While virtuosity may only be the privilege of a select few, skill can be earned by anyone willing to invest themselves into real, focused practice.

So what about this skill we have earned? A skilled drummer can be the foundation, upon which a band is formed. A skilled caster will become a productive angler when mixed with water. We can now communicate with other dedicated people to create and experience art together; those communal moments can be sublime. It could be the lethal combination of a well practiced guide and caster on a skiff, or the tight sound of a well practiced jazz quartet.

Well, that’s about enough from me. I’ve got to get back to practice.


*this article was previously posted on The Limp Cobra’s first platform

The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest ! First Entry

first entry for The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest from Staffan Dahlbom-

‘Fly Fishing is The liquid dimension in between the transient Music and the retentive Architecture . As Goethe wrote, “Architecture is frozen music”. Three Aesthetic dimensions closely related but not the same. Sometimes they coincide though. proof or not, Just have a look at a fly line, it “sings” if you’re a good caster and It consists of “curves” and “shapes”.’


*this article was previously posted on The Limp Cobra’s first platform

The Jazzed-Up Cobra Contest ! Fifth Entry

here’s a loud one from Will Shaw !

Shout !

Lager lager lager lager
Lager lager lager lager
Lager lager lager
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing
Mega mega white thing…

I suspect many of us have spent a happy few minutes jumping up and down to those Underworld lyrics at some time or another. Or maybe it was the Clash’s Police and Thieves; possibly even Surviving to the stirring tones of Gloria Gaynor. I guess it depends on when you were born, how long you kept up the clubbing, how in touch you are with your feminine side, or even how drunk you get at weddings.

I drove down to Manchester today: About four hours in the car, taking the opportunity (iPOD on shuffle) to make myself hoarse, singing at the top of my voice to a myriad of tunes from across the decades. I love singing in the car. With the volume at a decent level you mercifully can’t hear your own voice, and it’s easy to imagine that you are actually there on stage out-Rebel-Rebel-ing David Bowie, or being lead backing on Elvis’s In The Ghetto, (“…in The Ghettooooo!…”).

Sadly I’m not at all musical. If I was, and I could choose a voice to have it would have to be that of either David Bowie or Elvis Presley. How cool would that be? You’d never be able to shut me up!

I often sing when I’m on route to fishing. It’s a great start to the day – shaking off the cobwebs, and getting you in a good mood. But the moment I arrive the music is turned off.

I don’t need a soundtrack when I’m on the river.

I once saw a salmon angler happily fishing his way down a pool wearing earphones. I don’t think there is a recording of Hugh Falkus’s Spey casting tips (“break the bloody rod in two!”), so I’m assuming this angler was listening to music. What a strange thing to do.

Headphones are a great way to immerse yourself in music. But when fishing we’re attempting to immerse ourselves in nature. Having a soundtrack pulsing through the headphones is a needless distraction – I wouldn’t fish well, and I wouldn’t enjoy the music. A disaster on both counts.

It’s the same with fishing videos. There’s a trend recently to over-dub most films with a pounding dance track, or a thrashing heavy metal riff. Too much! A 130 bpm garage/dubstep fusion (no idea what that may be, by the way), doesn’t make your video of you landing a six inch brownie any more exciting I’m afraid.

The Trout Bum Diaries boys just about got away with it – but their fishing was spectacular too. I did really like the soundtrack to Tapam, nicely chosen and not at all intrusive. But if I had to fish along to that music live I don’t think I’d bother.

There was a big Salmon off the Tay last week. Forty pounds. I bet the lucky angler didn’t need the ghillie to sing Wagner’s Ride of The Valkyrie in his ear to enhance the drama.