Monthly Archives: April 2012

Episode 5 (no dry flies)

“Its finally monday again and time for the fifth part (5/6) of Rolf’s promotion videos from the River Vindelälven area, northern Sweden. I contrast to the last episode where you did see a lot of dry fly fishing there is unfortunately none of that in this one. We are sorry to say that we can’t catch salmon on a dry fly here in Sweden. We apologise for not using the Dry or Die theme. We will try to behave in the future. Once again, we are truly sorry for not using dry flies. Please don’t be too hard on us.”

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Again, for the fifth time, Rolf has done a great job to promote his upcoming film. Know I just need to know when and where to purchase it. Hopefully they can subtitle the entire film. Front Side Fly is at the top of the industry in regards to online videos. I wish them all the best.

 

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Bamboo is grass

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Bamboo is a grass. The fibers of particular types of bamboo make for great fishing rods. I’m talking about Tonkin cane. This bamboo fly rod is a 6 foot 2 wt from a Michigan builder and hasn’t had a bend in it from a fish yet this year. The only use it has seen lately is a little lawn casting. Rods need to be fished!

Worm Weather

It’s been a dry Spring here in Western PA. The streams around home have been low since they were stocked a few weeks back. With a rain and snow mix passing through I put in a little time at the local creek. The ground was soggy from the continuous drizzle but the creek was only slightly swollen with decent clarity. It was perfect for worms and I picked up a few fish.

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Episode 4- Dry or Die

“Its finally monday again and time for the fourth part (4/6) of Rolf’s promotion videos from the River Vindelälven area, northern Sweden. This episode is all about dry fly fishing and we even have subs available (even if the translation might be a little bad).

Dry or die!

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There are a few things that make me really enjoy this episode. First, it’s the mayflies. I came into fly fishing with a desire to learn about the insects that trout eat. My first lesson was Michigan’s Hexagenia Limbata, a hatch I’ve chased yearly for the past six summers. Second I enjoy how much these dudes are enjoying themselves with good friends, something I think outweighs catching a lot of fish. Third is their respect for the trout. They always seem careful about having the fish out of water for extended periods of time. Oh, and lastly, I love the color on those Char!

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Sulphurs

are emerging a few weeks early here in PA, like the Grannom Caddis and Hendrickson’s. Last weekend was forecast rain, so I saved the gas money and stayed home. This proved to be a mistake as it didn’t rain much at all. Itching for a fix I’ve been tying sulphurs every night. Looking at this weekends forecast weather makes me cringe, precip at %60. Can the weather guy be wrong two weekend in a row? Is it worth the $70 in gas, $40 to camp, $50 for beer/food? I don’t have answers to these questions, yet.

What I do have is a few photos of these recently tied sulphurs.

 

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Episode 3- Fly fishing in the tributaries

It’s Monday and Front Side Fly released another promotion video. Again we hear another language with no subtitles, the images tell the story. Todays story had a twist, while not fully understood it made sense. It seemed that a river was altered by man with years ago (probably for irrigation) and thus disrupted the ecosystem, killing off the trout and grayling. With restoration efforts the river is coming back while the tributaries flourish. Watch and see what you think.

 

 

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Trout Opener 2012

It’s after 10pm and I sit in front of the computer with fly-fishing the World playing on the tv behind me, he’s catching gar and catfish in Thailand. Two beers  are deep in my gut working through my brain as I pour a blended scotch into a glass of crushed ice, the day was long. At the kitchen table is an odd assortment of tying materials and a few dozen sz 18 sulphur’s that might catch a trout in the coming weeks. The house is empty and feels large. I try to remember what sulphur’s patterns worked last year while fighting off the urge to smoke an old shitty cigar. Today was the 2012 trout opener in western PA.

I worked my normal job all day, something like 10-5:35. A new phone system kept me occupied and allowed me to take the company credit card to the Home Depot. All I can think about it is filling out the purchase order for a few hundred dollars worth of stuff. They call it work for a reason.

On the drive in to work I followed the same stream that I always do, the local haunt, Pine Creek. Today people emerged on the stream. They wore rubber hip boots and had spinning reels with old coiled mono. They had live bait and flashy lures. They were not my type of fisherman. They are in search of stocked trout.

On the drive home from work there was a fraction of cars lined on the bank of the creek. At a red light I looked back to see a fly rod tube, reel case, and small foam fly box. I made a left-hand turn into the parking lot and purchased beer. Maybe the best beer of my life, Sierra Nevada’s “Hoptimum”. A whole-cone Imperial IPA with the scent of a women and the punch of a man.

As I got home the dog wanted out and feed as soon as I put the truck in park. After that it was down to business, tying sulphur’s for the Little Juniata River next weekend. It was good to get back into tying with quills, they are easier for me than dubbing or biots and seems to catch more trouts. Anyone tie them with superglue for durability? yes, I should too.

After a few dozen flies were tied it was time for YouTube and blended Scotch. That’s why we meet tonight and that’s why all these photo’s are from my iPhone.

 

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and for the stocked trout, we can keep those for the tourists and the average angler.

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before carp were cool

I caught one on a fly rod, an old fiberglass 6wt with a click and paw reel. It was at the local haunt know as Pine Creek. Located about a dozen miles north of Pittsburgh it was a little playground for my high school fishing years . That carp in 2004 was the only one I ever caught.

Warning these photos are not only old but pretty gruesome. The carp unfortunately did not survive, nor did the others that I shot with a bow that same summer.

 

Yeah...

Ahh, to be young...

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Keystone Fund

Trout Unlimited came up on Facebook today with a petition to help protect Pennsylvania’s Land, Water, and Future! Done. But I must admit that I fear for the future of PA’s (and global) environmental protection.

http://www.petitionbuzz.com/petitions/2012budget

 

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Easter Tradition

Easter is all about tradition with the glazed hams, baby Jesus, dusty Church clothes, and native trout. I tend to take part in only a small amount of the tradition. This past Easter was a plan to head out in search of native trout. To backpack into the mountains of Northern Pennsylvania and  explore the wonders of nature.

After BC finished up with work on Good Friday we piled into Sean’s van and headed up to Allen’s camp in the Allegheny National Forest. We arrived with smiles and immediately started talking trout. Pulling out old maps searching for blue lines that might hold fish. After we settled on a plan the instruments and drinks were cracked wide open. What transpired in the next few hours was a blur of sound and drink.

Waking up with that all familiar hangover ment a few things for me. I needed food, water, fresh air, and wild trout. Within an hour I had three and was searching for the fourth. We settled on a stream that BC was snow shoed on over the winter. Fishing a small stream with four people is not the best tactic but we were all so relaxed that it was a very enjoyable time.

The catching was not too great but sometimes that’s not what it’s about. No, it was about good company in a pristine setting. About following a stream and discovering whats around the next bend. About searching for some kind of truth.

As we said goodbye to Allen the next leg of the trip started. The plan was to backpack into the forest, camp, and search for native trout. All of that happened with minor effort.

So that was Easter Sunday. Waking up with frost on the tent, eating oatmeal, catching some native trout, then getting home to carry on the tradition of ham. There should be some highly philosophic statement to end this post but I like to think that tradition carries nothing metaphysical element. In the end these native fish were leftover from the last ice age and we were just a few guys who enjoyed catching them.

 

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