Friday, April 29, 2016



Time it seems catches us all, and likewise our health soon follows. I am reminded of that each morning as I stretch my left side against the symptoms of Parkinsons, while attempting to ease chronically cramped feet before applying any weight to them.  Ironically, these are the same feet that for many years carried me on 20 and 30 mile stretches as a Special Forces soldier.  Even while burdened by a Communications Sergeants 80-100lb rucksack. Those days of youth slipped away with barely a notice however, and oftentimes seem like a distant memory of someone I once knew.

Life, like a trout stream, never stops. There are no re-do’s, restarts or snooze alarms when that final alarm sounds.  As I stand looking over my father’s favorite trout stream from the bridge above, I am reminded of Heraclitus: “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it is not the same river and he is not the same man.” The pools, in which my father loved to fish are no more, since the floods of a few years back cleared out the large sweepers that built the pools, and directed the gravel that in turned formed the streams runs.  It is now a flat shallow that glides quietly by with few of the holding lies my father would come here to target. My father as well, has waded on ahead of me to different waters.

The stream has changed countless times over the course of my memory, as did both my father and I. Yet not in a bad way….we just changed. Life doesn’t allow for time to lie down and contemplate whether or not we should adjust and follow along. Like the stream, we are pulled along downstream, and wherever it is we regain the shore, we deal with. We dry ourselves off, cinch our waders back up, and step back in looking for that next riseform. It’s how we are made.

So I stretch my toes…roll the kink out of my neck….And step off into another day. Because there are still waters I have yet to wade. And even if I choose to cast my line in familiar waters….they, much like I are not the same as the last we met.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Tying the Burlap Nymph

The Burlap Nymph

The Burlap Nymph was shown to me 20+ years ago in Washington State as a large Stonefly nymph, it did well. Back on the East coast it went untied for many years,until a half dozen years ago when I began using the same principles but tying it as a smaller bead-head. It worked out well in the East Coast also. Its a naturally buggy, simple pattern that works on both trout and panfish.

Burlap Recipe

Hook:  #10-14 Orvis Beadhead 
Thread:  Dark brown Uni-thread
Bead: Gold Tungsten
Tail/Abdomen/Thorax:  Burlap
Color: Brown Copic Marker

Early Gill

Early Gill

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Belly Boating New Water

Belly Boats at Large

Dusting off the tubes for the first time in 2016, it was also my Son's maiden voyage in a donut as well. Once he got the kick down he was rolling.

I think he likes his Pond-borne recliner. 

The new water offered up some fat gills and smallish bass. But some of the surface activity at dusk suggested some nicer bucket-mouths to be had with a little effort. 

New water 20 minutes away, and a new belly boat partner. Life doesn't get much better. 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Skinny Water Caddis (Prototype)

Skinny Water Caddis (Prototype)

The SWC was tied last season to test against the Benton Caddis, as an alternative to those bright bluebird days, clear water and skittish fish. I wanted another option to provide a distinct footprint, with attributes that would lend itself to being stripped under when the situations calls for a diving caddis. It did exceptionally well on 2 trips equaling one full day of fishing in both aspects. Hope to give it more time on the water this season. If you like it, give it a try. And by all means, let me know what you think,

The SWC's Footprint

SWC Recipe

Hook:  #14 Orvis Tactical Dry
Thread: 8/0 Brown Uni-thread
Abdomen:  Olive Turkey Biot
Hackle:  Natural Dun CDC Puff
Wing:  Bleached Yearling Elk
Thorax:  Eyed Peacock Herl