Posts from the “Stupid Stuff” Category
When RFP brought his guitar he played The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down and everybody around the bonfire liked it. So the next year ZB checked his guitar with his luggage and flew it all the way up from Florida. As soon as we got off the water he pulled it out and started playing, strumming chords in a tight four count as if he were reading sheet music. Andy was standing down by the river and he saw this and walked up through the cedars to the deck. Andy was a union electrician and he liked to smoke weed and ride around on his mower and perform acoustic sets on open mic night. Andy sat down and we gave him a beer…
Tagged: two sheds
Five-string acquired, fellas. Today “Little Brown Jug,” tomorrow world banjo domination.
Tagged: banjo in the hills, finger picking, original metal
The best spot in the stream has acquired a second orange traffic cone. The stream–or creek or rivulet or mudhole–is far enough away from the road to make their appearance in it mysterious. But they do add color to an otherwise brownish palette. The common carp that reside in this area are on the smaller side, maybe the biggest are 8-10 pounds, but they are freakishly skittish. Probably due to the fact that they are confined between two concrete waterfalls about 200 yards apart, with minimal deep water for retreat. Definitely because they are stalked by snapping turtles, two of which are about the size of a V6 engine block. I have visited this spot four times of late and landed one fish. But…
Tagged: carp crack, common carp, knot failure
The sunglass maker Costa Del Mar has a new film out about fly fishing for arapaima in Guyana. I’ve only watched the trailer but am awaiting the DVD, and it seems well worth the screening. Sure all the protagonists are wearing Costa hats and sunglasses but so be it. I love fly fishing videos that go beyond just being awesome, and actually have some weight (see Rivers of A Lost Coast, Red Gold). This one seems to. It’s based on the premise that developing a catch-and-release fly fishery for these giant freshwater fish can create an eco-tourism economy and thereby save a community and ecosystem from habitat destruction. That’s a tall order, but I’m buying into it. I give Costa props for the message.…
Tagged: araipama, conservation, Costa Del Mar, eco tourism, Fly Fishing
I dig cheap sunglasses. I used to buy counterfeit Oakley jackets for five bucks in Midtown until I feared they were burning out my retinas. And I started fishing heavily. On the water switching from regular (street-legal) polarized to Costa 580 lenses rocked my world. I have two pair and the frames don’t fit me right but I don’t care because they give me HD X-Ray vision. I don’t wear my HD shades on the street anymore. They are susceptible to the indelicate hands of my two young children, who like to grab them bend them smudge them and, in the younger’s case, use them as a teething biscuit. For that reason alone I hit the Walgreen’s circular-spinning sunglass rack and found a bitchin…
Tagged: Foster Grants, Midnight Run, polarized sunglasses
The Trout Underground has been gathering evidence of the coming apocalypse for weeks now, but in the depths of Penn Station I saw all I needed to start construction on the panic room.
I’m not cool , and I’m not a kid But today I’m cooler than you and your kid Because I got a hat from the Kool-Aid kid.
Tagged: 1970s, Kool-Aid Kid
I caught a fish and didn’t post a about it so it didn’t actually happen.
Tagged: Undocumented
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 side to the fight, the rod bends all the same.
Tagged: micro slabs, panfish
