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Beer_Trout
Ramblings from an aspiring trout bum.
Category Archives: Fly Tying
Montana Purple
Today I’m at home tying flies while an ice storm coats the trees and roads. I pulled the wagon into the garage to remove the junk that has accumulated throughout its interior. As I slipped my arm under the driver’s seat I pulled out a packet of hareline dubbing that was purchase at Montana Troutfitters in Bozeman, Montana. As I sit over 1,800 miles from Bozeman there are memories of travel and trout and the almighty purple haze.
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Vise Music
There was a time when each fly I tied was special, when every second sat before the vise was magic. Most of the time now I tied out of pure necessity. I still enjoy it, but sometimes it feels like a chore. Music is the major thing that gets me through this chore (with beers a close second). Pandora is my favorite source of music because it gives me an element of surprise, keeping my mind from the mundane thoughts associated with tying a few dozen size 20 BWO parachutes. I lean towards the acoustic instrumentals with that jam feeling…
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Teaching Tying
The most difficult aspect of learning to tie flies is the finishing of the fly. I have watched countless decent looking flies fall apart on this final step. My advice to all my students is to go home a just practice the whip finish.
With that said, I am happy to have a semi-dream come true and earn a few dollars doing what I enjoy most.
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The Rowdy Bunch
As Bruce continues to tie soft hackles he mutters, “I’m not normal and I got news for you guys, you are not either”. It was a rather beautiful end of February day in Pittsburgh and the guys at the shop suspected I would be fishing, I probably should have. But the day was spent sitting around the kitchen table tying flies with the rowdy bunch. Meat in tube form was thawing in a pot of water as cold beers were cracked. Stories were told and plans were set for spring. An early streamer float here, a rock climb down there, and a bit of uncertainty in the certain fact we each admire adventure.
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