§4845 · July 8, 2010 · Fly Fishing, Freshwater, Northeast · 2 comments · Tags: carp, rock the suburbs, tailing fish
When the fish are not biting and there’s nothing to do but keep casting, rhythm takes over. I’ll catch myself watching the line and thinking, this is beautiful. Not my personal cast–I’m no rock star. But the idea of it is, that someone going back centuries put these physical principles together that are in play [...]
Can’t believe it’s been over a month since it all went down. Changing out some spent line from a reel I haven’t since used reminded me of it. I looked through my photo records of Andros and this one stuck out. A stake through the heart, purist. Props and maybe a free hat* or something [...]
The river still flows north and east like it always does. The fish still hit on the margins of daylight. Now’s as good a time as any to tap into that.
My buddy’s got a pond just across the way from his house. He rolls a canoe up a path and across the street and takes his son fishing for pickerel, bass, bluegill, sunnies…all the panfish a kid or repressed adolescent could want. We loaded into the canoe and paddled off our hangovers and the Slam [...]
The car blocking the left lane is pushing 53 mph; the car in the center is doing 52. Nothing to do but ride this one out. There’s still 45 minutes of highway, 15 on the side roads, and then from the dock a solid 25 to get outside the inlet. When it all boxes in [...]
Bluefish are typically too impudent to care that the birds are betraying them, and too geeked up to notice that the wounded baitfish they are chasing is connected to a ten-inch strand of wire.
¶ Nemesis
Do you know what “nemesis” means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent… –Bricktop
Fly-fishing fishing for bass, however, is the perfection of the sport, and infinitely surpasses in excitement all other methods of killing these noble fish.” –Robert B. Roosevelt, Superior Fishing; or the Striped Bass, Trout, and Black Bass of the Northern States, 1865 (A sportsman’s contemplation well before catch and release.)
Ron Jeremy once said of his life’s work, “Put a mirror under her nose and if I see fog, I’m going in.” There are some parallels here. If it hits a fly, I am going to cast to it without shame. When a gil or sunny hits a popper on a three-weight and turns its [...]
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