A town without one is a barren town, where there are no shamrocks drawn in foam, where sparkling wine is allowed to be ordered, and where Shane Macgowan is heard only in minivan commercials. A town with one has a first line of defense against Applebees.
The fly line entangled in some shoreline debris and I looked down to yank it free, and at that moment a green shape chose to cut through the water to my popper. I had no tension on the line so I watched its fat profile surge and descend on the popper, create a brief interlude of chaos and disappear. The excessively corpulent type of largemouth, the kind that would give FLW types arrhythmia, has eluded me for 12 years, ever since a memorable encounter on a small lake in Michigan. Since then I’ve had to settle for the small to decent to merely large. The near misses are haunting. In the end it gets added to the personal rolodex of frustration, along with the…
Tagged: largemouth bass
I’m a fan of the split level fishing photo, where half the shot is underwater and half is above, like this. Or this. But when I stick my waterproof point and shoot (with the 73 second shutter delay) in there, they come out like this: Or this: There’s a reason some people get paid for what they do.
Tagged: lurgemauth bayse, real photographers
…could be because something’s bogging it down.
Tagged: Fly Fishing, largemouth bass, poppers
The thing I like to read when the alibis and distractions start piling up. –Charles Bukowski, The Last Night of the Earth
Tagged: Bukowski
Tagged: advancements in fishing marketing, Bahamas, bonefish
After September 11, 2001, longtime friends of my in-laws sent around an email detailing a new emergency response plan. Should all forms of modern communication cut out once again, we were to follow one simple directive: Head to McSorley’s. Located at 15 East 7th Street in the once dangerous but now hipster Lower East Side, McSorley’s serves beer. You must buy two–either light or dark–and you must keep drinking to keep your seat. When I first moved to the area we went once a month on Saturday afternoon, crammed around tiny wooden tables and ordered rounds. And plates of cheese and crackers, with slices of onion and extra sharp mustard. There was nothing hip, cool, insider, or happening about it but to me it…
Tagged: Comedeyeahah!, EB White, New York City, striped bass
Maybe it’s the need to further simplicity, maybe it’s a stubbornness to stick with a go-to that continually works over a broad spectrum of species and conditions. But fish that eat other fish tend to like these hard-headed flies with big eyes and synthetic hair. With stuff like Clear-Cure Goo they take two minutes to tie and last until you lose them or your knot fails. I’ve likely repeated this thought far too many times in photos and typed words, but until something doesn’t work, it does. Know what I’m saying?
Tagged: eat me flies, fIREHOSE, peacock bass, simplicity
Pulp Fly, coming to a kindle, pad, tablet or miscellaneous near you. April 1st. Roll Call: Bartholdt, Ralph Cerveniak, Alex Dunn, Matt Ebanks, Davin Gracie, Michael Landeen, Alex Me Smithhammer, Bruce Smythe, Matt Stromness, Bjorn White, Bob
Tagged: fly-fishing literature, Pulp Fly
