7-7-11....flies out the door

A couple of orders out the door today....Punk Rockers are taking over the world one home at a time....and of course some flies to catch fish in the mix as well....

These divers are made more durable by adding Clear Cure Goo to the bellies, around the eyes and the collars...There are two 30lb weed guards, just stiff enough to keep the weeds off but not stiff enough to miss strikes...The deer is so dense that I can write on them with a ball point pen...The tighter that you pack the hair, the more cork like the bug becomes..adding durability to the fly as well as making it float more successfully. The less water the fly absorbs, the higher it will ride. I like my bugs to sit in the film...by adding a little CCG to the bellies, it helps bring them into the film. These should be bass snatchers for sure....Tight Lines...

7-4-11...Happy Fourth and buckets

First off...Happy Fourth of July..I'd like to thank all of the men and women of our great nation that have sacrificed their lives for the freedoms we all share...

In celebration of my personal independence I tossed deer hair bugs at bass...Here's how it went...Slow....but I did manage a few in the boat...and got bit by a pickerel...merely a flesh wound....

7-2-11...Balance

I found my center once again today...Back to my favorite fish....

and a few extras that I enjoy as well....

7-1-11...

Now I'm not going to complain...I did catch a fish...Dustin caught fish as well...This is a first time experience for me...I went fishing, it was a beautiful morning...Sun high in the sky, not much wind and mud plumes all over. As I walked around the lake, through the weeds, over the rocks, in the mud...something happened..Something clicked...an unsettled feeling....melancholy...I felt as though I wasn't sure why I was there...I felt bored and unsatisfied...I think tomorrow will be a change of scenery and a change of species...I think I'm having smallmouth withdrawal...Bronze in the boat, Sage bass rod in hand...ahhhh....

6-29-11...Smallie Flies

Another big order out the door.....To a smallie lover and carp affectionado...

6-28-11 Carp on Glass

I picked up a couple of vintage Glass rods, 2 Heddons...I bought a couple of old Pfleuger reels to go with them....Then I used them to chuck bugs at carp....Oh yesssss...fun was had...

6-26-11...A case of mistaken Identity

So a buddy of mine gives me a call about two weeks ago...Dude..I have my boat on the lake...we're slamming Pike left and right...You need to be here...So today was the day...I went for the 2 hour drive to the Pike paradise...I woke up with the worst headache, dizzy, nauseuas, generally uncomfortable. I went anyway..a good day to fish is any day you can get out..Tying has been so busy lately that I haven't spent much time on the water. We head onto the road...

The skies were grey, the wind was picking up. We make it to the lake, a very big lake...26 miles long, 7 miles wide, 55ft deep...Not the ideal lake for a small water fly angler like myself. We pick out the shallow weedbeds...cast after cast, 3 foot waves slamming the boat....That slow rocking motion, side to side, up and down...oh man..not helping the potential vomit situation....Finally, an 8 inch articulated bucktail deceiver, tied in fire tiger slams a big one...Pike Pike yells my friend...As I bring the fish in, I see Pickerel...Which as a side note I would normally never complain about...I love these guys...They are aggressive, fight like mad, eat flies with bad intentions and look good doing it. But I was here for Pike...The identity of the fish my friend had been catching was mistaken...not Pike, but Pickerel...

We fished our arms off, cast after cast, fly after fly, motor here, drift there...repeat...One more fish, another Pickerel boated by me ended out day. We had a steady downpour for a majority of the afternoon, with changing wave conditions...This trip just re-affirmed my dislike of huge waters and motor boats...We did have a good time overall though, my buddy Johnny is a great guy and appreciated the invite to something different...however....Back to foot and yak for me...

In fact, on my ride home my step dad wanted to do a little fishing this evening. We went to the creek...I hooked two little smallies and Phil landed a beautiful Fall Fish...Back to my comfort zone...On foot tossing fluff in small water...