Archive for September, 2011

Suburbia

Posted on September 29th, 2011

Extreme couponers are stealing my recycling. Once I put it to the curb it’s in the public domain, I suppose, but when a black Ford Econoline creeps slowly in front of the house at 3am, it creates unease. Why was I up at that hour? Teething. I tried my first coupon at Costco over the weekend, to see what it’s like. I put it towards a 32-pack of Diet Dr. Pepper. In the days following I’ve had 13 of them, if for no other reason than they are dominating my refrigerator. I found the crumpled receipt from the trip in my pocket this morning; no discounts noted. After all my clipping efforts to arrive at that point, she didn’t even scan it . I feel…

Lights Out, Guerilla Radio

Posted on September 28th, 2011

    Rob from A Bad Backcast invited me onto his weekly show on Kayak Fishing Radio to talk about The Blitz: Fly Fishing The Atlantic Migration. Very generous considering the book is unintentionally kayak-free. (We had a whole yak session cancelled due to A Noreaster.) There is a green canoe, though. Here’s the link where you can listen to a podcast of the conversation on iTunes: A Bad Backcast Radio Interview Things turn wild around minute 13 when I smash a styrofoam cooler over Rob’s head and threaten to kill his head writer Jackie Martling.* (*Statement not actually true.)

INTERVIEW: John Papciak, Montauk Wetsuiter

Posted on September 27th, 2011

Even a boat guy like me realizes that if you fish in the Northeast, you’re doing yourself a disservice if you don’t read Surfcaster’s J0urnal. John Papciak is the magazine’s fly guru, and a proponent of one of the most hardcore ways there is to fish for striped bass: Swimming out to the rocks. He gives a great account of it in the most recent issue called “Confessions of a Wetsuiter.” Intrigued, I decided to email him a few questions, just because it’s so intense and maybe, well, borderline insane? Here’s the interview: Swimming out to the far rocks at night seems like an extreme way to fly fish. What made you decide to try it? There is whole contingent in Montauk (surfcasters) who…

Uneasy Rider

Posted on September 9th, 2011

On a back road between New Smyrna and Sanford I pulled off to the side in front of a goat farm. A pond sat in the front pasture between the house and the roadside fence. I’d always heard of people asking farmers for permission and it looked fishy and I wanted to try it. The crushed rock and sand driveway under my feet made loud sounds as I walked to the house, causing the nanny goats and kids to look up from their grazing and I could feel them staring at me behind my back. No one answered when I knocked on the door–I couldn’t find a doorbell button–and I quickened my step going back to the car. I closed the driver-side door against…

  

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