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MENHADEN: ROCK THE VOTE!

Posted on November 1st, 2011

The fishing has been sucking. Here’s a chance where we can all actually do something about it. Rather than mince words, I’ll paste them directly from a mailing by the Chesapeake Bay Foundation: In a matter of days, the Atlantic States Marine Fisheries Commission (ASMFC) will meet to discuss the fate of menhaden (AKA the most important fish in the sea). At the end of that meeting, it will adopt an addendum to its menhaden management plan, which will determine new overfishing thresholds and target fishing rates. Now, more than ever, we need your help. In 32 of the past 54 years, we have overfished menhaden, and its population now stands at its lowest point on record—a mere 8 percent of what it once was!…

This One’s For Bjorn

Posted on May 19th, 2010

If there’s any blogger that should be a part of FIB Fest, it’s the guy who names his blog Bonefish on the Brain. Bjorn couldn’t join the crew because real life got in the way, but last week he tied a handful of flies and sent them my way. The idea being that if he couldn’t be here, at least his flies could help a brother out. Caught all my fish today on flies from Bjorn’s vise, with Michael Gracie as witness.

My Life As A Hand Model

Posted on May 3rd, 2010

You can see a few more close-ups of my digits in Tosh Brown’s gallery here. There are actually a lot of pictures of better fly anglers, as it’s the second wave of photos from our in-progress book project. It ain’t about me. It’s about guys like Bob Popovics and the Salty Flyrodders and Jason Puris and John Page Williams. Guys who drop what they’re doing and alter their life patterns around the migrations of fish. And also the guides and conservationists who make it all their life’s work. We’ve got a couple of more legs to go, and some of us have a couple thousand more words to write, but it’s all good.

So You Want To Catch a Bass, Son?

Posted on April 16th, 2010

The first thing you do is drive west. Past all the planned communities and through the endless horizon of cane fields, some thick with smoke from controlled burn, and make your way to the big lake. Then drive onto and over the levee and the single lane bridge and meet buddy Don at the launch ramp. Don is a tournament bass fisherman. He’s pre-fishing and you’re going along for the ride, skating at 60 on the pad. Don can do some things with a baitcaster in his hand. He’s working the bass in shallow, going off the grid and you’re trying to cast your fly rod in and around the tall grass and strip your so-called weedless through the  dense vegetation. The bass key…

Advancements in Fly Fishing Body Art

Posted on March 24th, 2010

In the trout and trout art sense, Utah is happening. First, Corey Kruitbosch knocked it out with the recent Drake cover and conceptual fly tying photo-essay. Then my friend and former colleague Cody (Chris) sends word about how he’s preparing for the upcoming streamer season. The artwork for his new ink comes courtesy of a barter deal with his friend Jason Merkley, a painter of trout. Next is the coloring phase. Cody writes, “It’s  supposed to be a Utah cutthroat, which will obviously become more apparent after the telltale slash of red is added.”

Ditch Fishing Hero Shots Gone Awry

Posted on March 11th, 2010

Here’s a pic from the archives. The dude in camera is one of my best buds, so I blotted out his face, altered his beard to make him look Amish, and will refer to him henceforth by the code name Trey Anastasio. We ran the ditches this one time in FLA, and he caught this small yet robust butterfly peacock in super terrific spot #13, south section. Besides documenting a catch not worth bragging about, here’s what’s wrong with this hero shot: 1. It is a hero shot. Been played more than Stairway during Get The Led Out at Zep Ten O’Clock during Rocktober. 2. His attempt to mock the hero shot concept by dangling small fish as an earring is a gross miscalculation.…

FLORIDA: Horse Country Rambling

Posted on March 3rd, 2010

“The pie and cake is mine to take,” –Don Edwards, Saddle Tramp There is irony in the fact that some of my best opportunities to catch native wild freshwater fish exist in manmade drainage canals designed in part to turn what is naturally a swamp into solid ground. A berm about a half mile away cordons off the real wild, the swamp water flowing southerly over limestone bedrock. But the wild creeps into the sanitized despite the best efforts of developers and trappers. Alligators show up uninvited in golf course ponds and largemouth bass make their way into every reasonably oxygenated patch of freshwater. Out in horse country, miles away from the coast, the bass are the game. In the small canals inaccessible by…

If You Knew It Was Your Last For A While

Posted on February 4th, 2010

The fall didn’t end on such a hot note. The decent weather sandwiched between Noreasters left little windows of fishability. If you weren’t in a position to capitalize on those slots on the quick then, well, that was just too bad for you. Too bad for me for way too damn certain. [Exclamation point.] I’m off to Florida next week and I’m not so sure what I’m going to find. Some bad shit went down, man. I haven’t heard much about my ditches on the inside, but butterfly peacocks die when the water temps fall below 60 degrees. Usually not a problem in South Florida but this year…The only way to know for sure is to keep casting.

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