the best fisher ever.

sometimes it happens in a pub, sometimes it happens streamside. i guess it could happen anywhere where two or more anglers might chat but regardless, at some point in our fishing lives we’ve all heard the “who’s the best fisher in your opinion?” question.
my answer is invariably, this guy. he’s not a competition angler, isn’t Orvis nor Anyone endorsed, in fact he’s not in the least bit interested in praises nor endorsements. i like that.

i know, i’m not much of the conversationalist when it comes to subjects like this…

you go your way,

i’ll go mine.

if we’re lucky we’ll both get lost and meet somewhere in between.

| ɪmˈprɛʃ(ə)nɪz(ə)m |

“The impressionist painters repudiated both the precise academic style, emotional concerns and their interest in objective representation, especially of landscape, was influenced by early photography”

and my own influences in photography come from the very same painters that where influenced by photography combined with a healthy dose of staring at water:
circles, continuations and swirly things

beurremouche

/ˈbjʊər/  | muʃ |

that’s the literal translation in french for butterfly but that doesn’t go too well with the little frenchie:
the stream-side beauty insists on papillon.

fish/fly

a happy little chub slurping down a mid-afternoon snack.

one of the slurpees ? doubt it but it’s still a fly.

a well-meaning friend asked me if this was still a fly fishing blog.
here you go.