Definition of the phrase, One trick pony: “a person or thing with only one special feature, talent, or area of expertise.” My reaction? Shit, is that me? Of course it isn’t me. I don’t have a special feature, nor do I possess anything close to an area of expertise. I’m more like a “person or thing with only a few sometimes successful features, talents, or areas of novice”
This time around on The Weekly Press: Building That Rod
Still sitting on a Blue Halo 7 wt. blank. I foresee a day within the next 25 years of my life where I actually take the time to build it. I do not foresee the specific date of initiation. I certainly don’t foresee the date of completion. Why haven’t I started? Excuses don’t need to take place; chalk it up to laziness.
When I do start the build, this video series from Proof Fly Fishing could come in handy. Who knows, it might even spur someone to start their own build. Hopefully they make it a little further than sitting on a blank.
This time around on the weekly press: Legends of the Fly 2018 Tournament. I’m all signed up
I followed along as this tournament played out last year and really enjoyed the coverage. Figured I’d give it a try this year. Follow along on the gram @legendsofthefly
Team name? The Flying Mermaids
Objective? Keep the Coleman River Cricket – the name of my canoe – floating
Likely outcome? Last place
Preparations? Make sure the camera works, tie some flies, and pack the cooler…with lots of hydration essentials.
For the past 5 years, Legends of the Fly has sought to grow Saltwater and Freshwater fly fishing in Virginia Beach and the Hampton Roads area by hosting the fly fishing film tour, our fly fishing exclusive tournament and other various events. All money raised from events is donated to both local and national charities.
A little something that we all can appreciate, maybe.
Also, I put in a new page of the blog. Hope you like it, cause I’m not sure I do.
Caddisfly, by The James River Mermaid
I am a caddisfly
Fish eat me
Sometimes I float; sometimes I don’t
I am not a mayfly; I am not a stonefly
Some people think I’m simplistic and lack sophistication
To that I say, I’m a fucking caddisfly; simple and proud
I try not to let fish eat me; I am often unsuccessful
I am a caddisfly
Some try to impersonate me
To that I say, why?
Fish eat me
It’s flattering to have an impostor
Flattering in a psycho-sadistic way
Word on the street is these pseudo-caddises are commonly dressed in green, olive, and tan
To that I say, I’m all-natural, baby; nothing fake here!
Last time I dyed by hair was junior high!
I am a caddisfly
Fish eat me
Inspired by David Grossman’s Trout South. Check it out on page 136 in S.C.O.F.’s Issue No. 26, Winter 2018
This time around on The Weekly Press: Pick Plastic and Win Some Sweet Swag
Blatantly stealing this from TFM, but I don’t think he minds. I’ve addressed cleaning up Mother Earth recently on Instagram. Clean up this place, dammit! #pickplastic18
Pick up trash while you are out adventuring this summer for a chance to win awesome gear from RepYourWater, Nautilus Reels, Costa Del Mar, YETI and fishpond. Details: – One winner at the end of each month: June, July and August – To be entered you need to pick up trash, post a picture of the trash on your Instagram o
This time around on the Weekly Press: Carp on the Bayou
I’ve discussed carp before. On more than one occasion, my proud fly-fishing self has set out in search of these monsters with high hopes of temping a golden bone to slurp up a fly. On more than one occasion, I’ve failed.
My current work schedule allows me to get out on mid-week afternoons and explore Houston’s finest fishing holes…bayous. If you think Houston has Louisiana’s gator-filled swamp highways, then you’re wrong. These are concrete canals that run throughout the city. Don’t worry, before I saw them, I was wrong too.
What they lack in beauty, they make up for in…damn, hot-as-hell, heat. Houston has been unseasonably, and almost unbearably hot for the month of May. However, the carp are there. I’ve seen them. They’re big. They spook easy. So, here are some tips if you’re ever in the Bayou City and accept the challenge of simultaneously battling it out with a sewer bass and the heat.
- Cover up and wear sunscreen: As you might have gathered already, summertime in Houston equals sun-filled, hell-like heat. Some prefer the shorts with a tee-shirt and hat. That’s fine, if you don’t mind skin cancer. Personally, I’d rather be fully covered and still load up on sunscreen. Just make sure you don’t get it on your line or flies. It isn’t great for the line, and the scent isn’t exactly natural.
- Shadows mean shade: Shade is good for you, but your shadow sure as shit will spook the fish. Just like fishing any other time in any other place, be aware of your shadow. Keep it off the water.
- Shadows mean shade: Yes, this is redundant, but hear me out. Take a break and get in the shade. I fished for about three hours and if I hadn’t found shade under a bridge or three, I wouldn’t have lasted that long.
- Water is good for you and the fish: No shit, right? So, drink plenty of it. The last thing you want to do is waste away dehydrated and delirious on the banks of a Houston Bayou, just because you couldn’t plan ahead. If you’re going to be out there, you’re going to sweat. Hydrate the night before, the morning of, and the hours prior to your outing. I follow the old, start hydrating 24 hours in advance trick. If you’re worried about waking five times in the middle of the night just to empty the tank, then maybe modify. It’s not a hard and fast rule. Also, re-hydrate. Yes, with beer, but also with water. Beer is good, I mean great, but it alone won’t keep you alive.
- Be sneaky sneaky: Without much shade, tree cover, or downed structures in the bayous, the carp spook easier than most fishies. Approach slow, try to stay out of their visual field. Cast to fish on the far bank…if you can cast that far. If you can’t, practice till you can.
- Have fun: Fishing in the heat and not catching a damn thing sucks. It sucks a whole lot more if you’re in a bad mood. Any time on the water should be enjoyed. So, put a smile on and learn from your mistakes, or at least try. Keep a cold beer in the car, or a candy bar – or, a ring pop if it makes you happy – and savor the experience.
This time around on the Weekly Press: Southern Culture
Four times a year, something happens. Something magical. Something that brings joy to all who partake. That something? SCOF
Check out the new issue here
I finished up the Spring semester down in Norfolk, then dedicated a few great days to camping/hiking with my girlfriend. The last stop before making my journey down south to Houston, TX? The Rappahannock River in Fredericksburg, VA.
This time around on the Weekly Press: A Fly Tying Video
School is kicking my ass. Hence, the lack of recent posts.
I made this video a couple weeks ago and threw it into a Mermaids at the Vise post. Here it is as the centerfold. Enjoy.
If all goes as planned, the future will hold many more Mermaids at the Vise fly tying videos. After receiving feedback from friends with minimal-to-no video editing experience, here are some of the main comments:
- Get closer so you can actually see the damn fly
- For god’s sake, have a solid background
- Lose the music and add talking points
- Add scantly clad women, heavy cleavage, nudity, or a combination of the three…
Admittedly, some of these may find their way into future videos.
What did the mermaids tie up tonight? Zebra Midges. A bunch of ’em!