Showing posts with label Fly Fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fly Fishing. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

First Pike on the Fly!

A few weeks ago, I took a rainy weekend and targeted pike in some water I've never fished, but had heard held good numbers of the toothy critter.  It was slow going, and the rain was coming down faster, but just before I decided to turn back, I was rewarded by my first pike on a fly, as well as the first fish on my new Redington Predator! 




Monday, January 9, 2012

Cross One New Years Resolution Off the List!


Each year, I have a recurring New Years Resolution to take a new species of fish on a fly rod.  Last year it happened to be a chain pickerel, taken late (October) purely by accident.  The year before that, it was an 18-20" flounder, my first ever salt water fish (despite many vacation evenings spend in the surf with squid and blood worms...and two separate charters...all with spin gear).  That fish was the result of a great deal of pre-trip research, tying, map-reading, and deliberate decision making as an angler.

This year, I've already got my new species...similar to last year, it was more dumb luck than anything else, but it was last year's research and exploration that allowed me to put myself in a position for dumb luck to take effect.

Yesterday afternoon I bought my 2012 license (probably the latest I've waited to get it in the past 5 years) and hit a tailwater that I'd explored for the first time last year at the peak of summer heat.  It's not the classic image of tailwater...last summer it was barely 20 feet wide at its head, easily wadeable at any point, with the only real holding water being the first 100 yards from the outflow.  Still, it was a source of cold water in late July, and in January, ironically, these sorts of places are among those that resist freezing (as any good angler with access to these flows should know).  Even though we've been blessed so far here in PA with a winter that has thus far declined to bare its teeth, I was interested to see how this small area might fish later in the winter, assuming that it will eventually assert itself and lock up more popular water.

As I made my way to the water, I noted that it was definitely higher than when I'd last visited in the summer...and moving.  While it was certainly still well within the realm of 'fishable', One would be wise to give careful thought to if and where they would cross this flow.  Indeed, I made the decision not to attempt a crossing at all after giving the current a quick evaluation.  This left me limited, obviously, to the side from which I'd approached, and while I had originally intended to fish the stream down, using streamers to probe likely water, I decided to check out the area right up at the outflow first.  As it turned out, I never left that area.

As I approached the outflow, I noted that the area between the main and secondary outflows (aligned along the main outflow about 50 feet down, as opposed to parallel), which had been little more than a near-stagnant pool of shin-deep bath water in July was now a deep blue green, churning with the confusion of several different currents, pulling water in every direction.  This would be a tricky flow to fish properly...especially with my guess that any fish present would be holding near the bottom.  Undeterred, I peeled some line off, and sent my streamer...at the end of a short, heavy, fast-sinking streamer leader...into the churning water.

For a few minutes, I went without a bite, trying various tactics to get my fly down and still allow for a slow retrieve.  Eventually, I figured out the best way to get my streamer down in the various portions of the pool, usually with two or three mends immediately after the cast, that let my fly sink a good ten or fifteen seconds before I had to begin my retrieve, or surrender the fly to depth-robbing drag.  As soon as I figured this out, I felt a weight on the line.  Not sure if it was a fish, a snag, or the effects of some strong undertow, I slowly tightened the line.  

I felt a sluggish head shake, then my line went slack.  I'd missed my first fish of the year.

This was repeated a few more times, and while I tried striking harder, each time, the fish was able to get off the hook.  I was starting to think that either the fish were short-striking...somewhat odd for trout to do so consistently...or that I'd found a group of small fish that were just not big enough for the 2 1/2" streamer I'd been throwing.  I changed to a smaller minnow pattern, tied on a longer hook, to try to account for both possibilities.

I was concerned that the smaller fly would have trouble sinking, but it turned out not to be a problem, as a few casts later, I again felt a little heaviness on the line.  I waited about two second, then raised my rod and strip set hard.

The resulting head shake dispelled any thoughts of puny fish, as the weight and pull that came from the hookset put a bend well past the middle of my 4wt.  Knowing that I was into a good fish, I quickly began reeling in slack to get the fish 'on the spool'.  Once I had this accomplished, the fish started to fight a bit more enthusiastically, still too deep in the pool to see what sort of fish I was into.  It was definitely the sleepy, slow fight of a winter fish, as opposed to the quick runs and thrashing of warmer months, but the fight was distinctly different from most trout I've caught, even in the winter.  After the first head shake, I didn't get any more, and rather than a frantic back and forth, the fish seemed to prefer hanging deep and pulling steadily, with the occasional three or four short but strong dives even deeper.  I had just about decided that I was into a winter smallmouth, when my leader broke the surface, as the fish rose.  Just before my tippet came out of the water the fish turned and dove again, leaving me with only a glimpse of a long greenish side, easily in the 18"+ range.  No matter what it was, it was a good fish, though the reflection seemed too long and lean for a smallmouth.

As it came to the surface again, clearly tiring, it turned again, and the bright orb of one of its eyes shined up at me and I knew what I had: my first walleye on the fly.



Now, a lot of things made more sense: the bumps at the line, the odd fight, the reflection.

As the fish came to hand, I was careful to avoid both the spiny fin, held high at attention, as well as the mouth, which I knew would be full of pretty wicked teeth for a PA fish...bested only by pike and musky in this state.

After the fish was very cooperative in coming to hand, allowing me to dislodge the fly and take a quick photo, he went back in the water.  Though it may be just my perception, it seems like time spent out of the water is more taxing on a fish in the winter than it is in warmer times, and fish take longer to revive themselves.  This held true for the walleye, as I had to hold it in a bit of still water for a good twenty or thirty seconds before it caught its second wind and swam away powerfully.

And just like that, my first fish of 2012 was a new species for me to take on a fly.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Looking Ahead

So of course, I owe you guys a typical new year post.

I don't (or I try not to) do the 'resolution' thing.  For me, its too confining, too all-or-nothing...which makes it somewhat counterproductive, as the whole point is to better yourself.  When you set a resolution, it's usually either too harsh (tomorrow, I'm done smoking!) or too soft (over the next year I'm going to try to cut back slightly on junk food).  In the first situation, the moment you break it, you're done.  And in the second, it's so lax that there's really no self-betterment.

No, for my new year, I just try to set a few well-defined goals that will require effort to accomplish, yet are realistically within my reach.

For this year, I have five goals for myself as far as my recreational activities go:


  • For my fly fishing, like last year (and the year before), I want to catch at least one new species on the fly.  I don't care about how it was accomplished, only that I got a fish to take a fly.  Last year, by dumb luck, I caught a chain pickerel.  In 2010, I added a flounder, my first saltwater catch on any tackle.  This year, I'm hoping to add one or more of pike, carp, gar, catfish, or, if I make it back to the salt, another species from the ocean.  One of my best friends lives minutes from the Chesapeake bay, so we're hoping to get together to fish some of the estuaries from kayaks.
  • For my tying, I'd like to explore one specific area that I've been avoiding ever since my first attempt at it: spinning and stacking hair.  I tried to tie a few muddlers when I first started tying a few years ago, and they simply looked horrible.  This year I'd like to improve on that, and get some nice flies tied with spun or stacked hair.  This will coincide nicely with my goal of catching a pike on the fly.
  • In October, a friend of mine invited me to do some waterfowl hunting, and I loved it.  To that end, I've been making a good effort at finding some good hunting around here, but so far, I've been unsuccessful.  While I did manage to take one bird on that first outing with my friend, I'd really like to get a few 'on my own' in 2012.
  • For my photography, I'd like to continue to learn, specifically in terms of landscape shooting, as well as macro work.  Of course, there's a wishlist of lenses, gadgets, and other good stuff I'd like to get, but the main thing for me is to make time to get out there, and to push myself.  Sure, this one is fairly nebulous, but it's probably the one that will mean the most to me on December 31st, 2012.
  • Finally, and most difficult, I want to get my work out there.  Ideally, I'd get published by a magazine or some other publication, but I don't want to limit my options.  While this will take some work (and I may be kidding myself with optimism at this point), I believe this is a goal that I might be able to achieve in the next year.  Hopefully, with the right combination of hard work, inspiration, and luck, I'll be able to see my name, words, or photos in print.
Well, that about sums it up for me.  What are some of your goals for the new year?

Thursday, December 22, 2011

My Fall (Part 2)

Aside from my now job, there were a few other really notable positives in the fall, the most relevant one to my readers is that I caught my largest trout to this point.


I didn't have a tape at the time, but comparing it to the rod beside it, I estimate it to be a 22-24" tiger trout.  This is my third tiger, and it was an intense fight on my 4wt!

As usual, I took a break from the small streams and wild brookies when they decided it was time to spawn...


As I said, I made it to Erie to do some steelhead fishing...


And for the first time in my life, I went duck hunting.  A friend of mine invited me to do a few days of hunting with him, and now I'm hooked, and on a mission to get a few ducks around here on my own.  My first duck hunting trip was successful...


But subsequent trips have been a bit less so.  In any event, it's a new venture for me, and just like fly fishing, I don't expect lots of early success.  I'll be out again early tomorrow morning to try to get a few, but even if I don't get any, every trip out is one closer to the trip where it all finally clicks.  For now, I'm just enjoying learning something new.

A few weeks after my first duck hunting outing, I started my new job, and focused on adjusting to it for a few weeks after that.  Still, it couldn't have come at a better time, as it meant I could afford the gas and hotel room to make the drive up to Somerset, NJ for the 2011 International Fly Tying Symposium.  While I was there, I made sure to take plenty of photos...

...which you will all get to see in my next update!

That's all for now.  Merry Christmas to all my readers, and when I post again after the holiday, you'll have lots of fly pictures!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Introducing: Iso Hatch Exposures

No big, meaty blog post today, just a question and an announcement for my readers.

First the question:

About a year ago, I wrote the five part Erie steelhead guide that has become, easily, the most viewed, linked to, talked about, and shared pages that I've ever produced.  It's clear that this is something that people really enjoyed, whether you (the readers) were the novice steelheaders that the articles were aimed toward, experienced steelhead anglers that were nonetheless interested, or even folks with no interest or inclination to go steelhead fishing that simply wanted to see what it was all about.

This year, I got started in my steelhead season preparation a bit later, having a trip to upstate New York to prepare for (and go on, naturally) at the beginning of August.  From the day I got back, however, to the present, it's been Operation: Steelhead at my vise.

That said, I'd like to write another piece on some aspect of the Erie steelhead experience, and I'm hoping my readers will let me know what they want.

I've been leaning toward a multi-piece article focusing on the tying aspect of things, covering everything from hooks and materials to tutorials and applications for all of the popular steelhead flies, from eggs and nymphs to buggers, hairwings, and specialty flies such as modern spey and intruders.

If this is something that my readers would be interested in, the comments section is the place to let me know.  If you have a different idea, that's the place to sound off as well.

Second, the announcement:

Over the weekend, I took advantage of some free time to finally launch a second Blogger site, focusing on my photography.  Over the past two or three years, photography, for me, has grown from taking a few pictures a month with a ten year old basic Kodak digital, to a hobby that occupies nearly as much of my time and energies as my fly fishing and tying.  While you've seen a significant portion of that work here, there's plenty of other pictures that never make it to the blog, simply because there's no reason for these photos to show up in a blog about fly fishing and tying.  Additionally, I tend to feel bad, like I've somehow 'cheaped out' if I post pictures with little or no text.  This sometimes keeps me from posting when I otherwise might.

I wanted to share these photos and avoid that stigma by starting a dedicated photoblog where I could post photos of anything and everything, without much text at all to distract from the images.

This desire helped bring about my new photoblog, and although it's in its very early stages and still undergoing many tweaks and adjustments, I'm eager to share it with my readers here.

Please take a look at it and let me know what you think, as well as any suggestions either here OR there...

Saturday, September 3, 2011

A Good Day

I had a good day on the water.  Seems like the first in a long, long time.

Granted, I haven't been making it easy on myself, using most of my fishing time to scout streams that may or may not hold wild trout, and once I find them, finding access, parking, and a lack of "No Trespassing" signs.  It's a thankless endavour, but finding just one or two streams on your own in a season is extremely rewarding.  This year, so far, I've found one, which I wrote about in a previous entry, but since then, I've encountered nothing but dried up streambeds, slow streams of water over 3 feet of mud, frogwater that conatined nothing but 2" bluegill, sewage drainage, and my personal favorite, the cruel tease of a beautiful little mountain stream, chock full of crawfish and huge cased caddis...but for some reason...no fish.  No trout, no minnows, no nothing.  I suspect it's because the streambed occasionally gets extremely low mid-summer, but it's a horrible thing to do to a blue-liner.

Today, I took the dSLR out to photograph a very specific location, with the intent of fishing a well-known stream after I was done.  I got some good shots (not as many as I'd have liked, but the location was secured better than I was led to believe), then headed for the stream.

As I geared up, I grabbed my photo backpack, intending to log my fishing in photos.  Usually, I take my compact, but I figured since I have my SLR with me, why not bring it.  As I assembled my rod, I wondered if taking along my camera might be bad luck...a sort of arrogant confidence in my producing something worthy of a picture...

I always used to leave the camera in the car when visiting a place for the first time, considering that first trip to be just between me and the stream...and that photographing it was sort of like kissing and telling.  After that first trip, photograph whatever you like, but leave that first one just for your memory.

Obviously from the content here, I'd gotten over that superstition some time ago, but something in the back of my mind said to stick to my hunch, and leave it in the car.  As a typical superstitious angler, I put the camera backpack back in the trunk of my car, and even removed my waterproof compact from it's pocket in my fishing pack.

As I walked to the water, I briefly considered going back for it, but I never did.  Instead, I tied on a streamer and headed for a promising riffle.

Three casts into things, I landed a fat wild brown trout...about 14" long, on my 000wt.

Three casts after that, I landed a wild rainbow of similar proportions.

And this is why anglers remain a superstitious lot.

Over the remainder of the afternoon, I only took one more trout, another rainbow, but this one slightly larger and up top on a stimulator.  I missed two more in that manner, but it was my fault for allowing too much slack line.

Also, I got bombed.  No, for real.  I was fishing under a few trees and heard something crashing through the branches overhead. Moments later, just upstream there was a big splash in some shallow water.  After I calmed down, I walked out from under the trees and looked up.  High in the sky, a huge bald eagle soared overhead, circling.  A beautiful sight.  Putting two and two together, I walked back over to where the splash was and saw a big rainbow trout, very dead, with three big talon wounds in its side.

Well, dead was dead, I decided, and there was no point in the fish going to waste, so I picked it up and placed it on the shore out in the open, where (hopefully) the eagle would see it and come retrieve his dinner. If not, at least it would be accessible for a raccoon or some other animal, rather than rotting on the stream bottom.

All in all, it was a great trip.  No photos, though. The sights I saw today were just for me.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Fly Shop Ethics (or When Is It Okay To Not Support Your Local Fly Shop)

Hi everyone.

It's been a while since I've made regular posts, but that's to be expected of any self-respecting fisherman in the warm months.  As the kids head back to their desks, and mother nature starts to think better of broiling us alive, though, I should be back here more often, taking up your free time with more nonsense.

On that note, I'd like to pose a bit of a moral dilemma to my readers.  It's not the typical 'Should I continue to buy at my FLFS (friendly local fly shop) when I can get it cheaper online?' dilemma...but in fact, maybe the opposite...

You see, I'm blessed with no fewer than five fly shops within a reasonable drive.  One is an 'Orvis approved corner' consisting of bits of dead animal seemingly added as an afterthought in a store clearly wanting to sell you only high-ticket items at ridiculous prices.  I don't like this shop much, but their sales are worth checking out from time to time.  The other four shops, however, are all much better than that.

One shop in particular, though, is the subject of this post.

See...this shop...a small affair, run by a couple (which constitutes the entire staff), out of the finished garage and basement of their home, prides itself on providing that brick and mortar X-factor in droves.  The 'remember your name' familiarity, the local knowledge, the unbiased personal opinions...and that last bit has become the fly in the ointment for this customer.

So the fly shop (for the owners) is a labor of love.  They aren't in it to get rich (wisely), and they enjoy the freedom of being able to run their business however they like.  That's great.  I applaud that.  I've been to their shop many times and never had a bad experience.  Never bought any high-end items (rods, reels, vises, etc.) but plenty of hooks, materials, fly boxes, etc. Over the past year or two since a friend and fishing buddy suggested their shop.  Being on their mailing list is a mixed blessing, as you get a healthy dose of political rhetoric with every product release announcement or shop gear review, but I've always been one to say of the music industry "If you don't like what you're hearing, change the channel!", so I feel that it's up to me to unsubscribe if the rhetoric ever outweighs the positives of the mailing list.  To this point, I'm still getting their emails.

One of those emails, however, is what has put me in my dilemma.  You see, this fly shop posted a review of something...a rod or reel, on their site, and made a facebook post to announce it's presence to their fans.  I saw  the post, but i'm not in the market for a big purchase right now, so I didn't really give it much thought in my internet travels.

A few days later, I received a short, tersely worded e-mail, to the effect of: "A few days ago we posted a review.  Since none of you could be bothered to share it with your friends, we went ahead and posted the story to all of your walls.  Heaven forbid you'd try to help us out."

My first reaction was confusion.  Maybe I'd received this by mistake?  But no.  I checked with the aforementioned fishing buddy and he confirmed that he'd received the same email, along with everyone on the mailing list, most likely.  So at that point I was pretty ticked off, and removed the story from my wall and ceased following their page.  After that, I decided to give myself some time to mull things over before doing anything rash...and now, a few weeks later, I'm still not completely sure where I stand.  (Which is part of the reason I'm sharing this with you.)

Make no mistake, I'm completely disgusted by that kind of guilting/shaming/badgering of one's customer base.  So you're running your business as you like?  Fine, that's your prerogative, but don't expect me to tolerate that kind of abuse and still hand you my money.  In this time of e-commerce, big box, and direct to consumer sales, I'd think that the mom and pop shops would be bending over backward to maintain (let alone expand) their customer base.  As much as it's a bad time to be a small local shop, it's a great time to be a buyer, with e-commerce and the economic quagmire putting the squeeze on retailers, the fly angler with a bit of disposable cash has no shortage of options when it comes to parting with it.

While I think that sure, it's a kind gesture to help the little guy promote their business, I also feel it's more than a little rude to expect your customers to provide you with free advertising. Especially (in this case) to expect me to implicitly vouch for a product I've not seen or handled personally.  The way I see it, the customer's continued business is, ultimately, what fair prices and good service is rewarded by, with any recommendations or testimonials serving as icing on the cake for a truly outstanding experience that exceeds expectations.  If you want the free advertising, that's fine, but let em do it on my terms, and at the very least ask, don't force.

Now, as we progress toward steelhead season, I find myself in the market for a few specific items that I'll be needing soon...that I know this shop carries, and sells at the going rate.  So it's kind of the reversed situation of the classic 'online or brick and mortar' debate: it's faster and (considering shipping) cheaper for me to buy locally...but after this experience, I sort of feel like I'm selling out by doing business with them, and I'm seriously considering buying online.  It's not any huge order...tying materials for steelhead, some leaders and tippet, maybe as big as a pair of wading boots...but it's business.  And in my mind, I'd rather give that business to someone that, while they may not have done anything to earn that business, they've also not done anything to lose it either.

Your thoughts, readers?

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Summer Rainbows

Last Saturday, I managed to free up an entire afternoon for some trout scouting.  I keep a Google map of locations for fishing as a sort of 'To Do" list, with little markers in green identifying places that have been good fishing spots in the past.  Yellow markers indicate places that I've heard about or had recommended to me, or simply found on the map and thought that it might hold wild trout.  These markers are usually accompanied by short notes such as, 'Look for parking and access.' or , 'Low water mid-summer, check back in spring and fall.'

Usually, I don't have the luxury of time to plan out a scouting trip to check out these places, but when I do, it's always a learning experience.  Saturday was one of those days.

I had made plans to attend a picnic later in the evening in a somewhat remote area.  Lucky for me, that remote area was host to several yellow markers on my map.  I picked out four markers and planned out a rough route in my head connecting them.  I wanted to hit the most promising ones first, even though that often means I won't get to the entire list.

When I got to the first location, there were big yellow posted signs every ten feet, making it abundantly clear that visitors were not welcome.  Some guys will track down the landowner to get permission, but I take the signs to mean that they really don't want people in there.

The second area simply had no convenient location to pull off the road.  A steep drop-off to the stream would have been a challenge to navigate, but there were no spots where I'd feel comfortable pulling off the road and trusting that nobody would slam into my parked car.  A bit frustrated, I went to the third spot.

The route to this spot took me on a bridge over my 'backup option': a large, rocky creek that has managed to humble and stymie me repeatedly.  I know there's big trout in it.  Hell, I've seen the big trout...but with just one notable exception (a chunky brown), this creek has limited me to nothing but smallish 6-7" fish.  For a small stream, that isn't bad, but when I know that an 18" trout isn't terribly rare on a given stream, six or seven inches of trout isn't much of an accomplishment.




The third spot looked like a good spot on the map, but in person, it was little more than a few damp rocks in a ditch.  In fact, the bridge over it was the only place that it wasn't completely covered by weeds and saplings.  There might have been a trout in there, but even dapping was impossible with the thick vegetation.

Finally, the fourth spot seemed worthy of a try. Actually the same stream as the backup option, this was simply a point much farther upstream than I'd ever fished, where the waterway was much smaller.  There was a handy pull-off just before the bridge and I quickly got out and walked down to the water.

While it was obviously low, the creek looked fishable, and I returned to my car to gear up.  A few minutes later and I finally got to my first cast of the day, hours after I left home.

This was the second outing for my new ultralight rod (which I'll discuss more fully in a later post), and I was still having trouble adjusting to the fast action in such a light stick.  Still, I managed a few decent casts and drifts...but failed to persuade any fish.  Twice, I was rewarded by quick, splashy rises, but I suspected they were minnows, not trout.

As I worked my way upstream, I was disappointed again, as I happened upon a deep, wide, slow section, too deep to wade and to steep and muddy to go around...just a few yards from where I entered.  Disappointed once again, I headed back for the car, and from there, my backup option.

Blue-lining, or searching the map for possible wild trouting locations, then following up with visits, is a venture often met with heaps of disappointment, but it usually pays off just enough to keep a few of us coming back for more.



Well, eventually, I got back to my backup creek, got my pack, and headed for the water.  Just as I entered, though, I heard a noise and looked up to see a guy and his young boy fishing and playing in the next pool up.  Had it been a lone fisherman, I might have been annoyed, but I was glad to see the young kid out with his dad.  Still, I had to make yet another decision.  To fish the lower reaches meant walking downstream then fishing my way back up.  Upstream would mean getting out and skipping over where the guy and his boy were, but would take me to water I'd only ever fished once before, so I decided to go that route.

As I walked along the train tracks that paralleled the stream, I noticed a small feeder creek that I'd only ever seen at the mouth where it emptied into the main waterway.  At this point, the light bulb came on and I decided to fish the feeder instead.  Dropping down from the railroad tracks, I started drifting the tricky currents in the rocky streambed, methodically covering every drift in a pool or riffle before moving up to the next.  Although I didn't realize it until later, I must have started to really get the feel for my new fly rod, because I noticed myself getting the drift I wanted more and more often, without the exasperating misses and splashdowns.  Another quick way to improve your casting is to fish any small stream.  You'll either improve, or lose every fly you carried in to trees, roots, branches, and shrubs.  Speaking of shrubs, the wild rhododendron was in full bloom...


As I went up, I started getting a few rises, and as I got used to the rod, rises turned into fish landed...and jus tlike that...I'd discovered a new stream for wild rainbows...

First trout on the new rod.  Not a bad way to break it in.

I love the fins of the wild bows...maybe even more than those of the wild browns and brookies.

Love the pink stripe that looks like someone painted it on there...

As always, the surroundings are beautiful...

A little farther up, I came to a bend in the stream.  At this bend, there was an extremely large, deep pool for a stream of this size in this rocky terrain.  It also had a unique feature: a rock island out in the middle of the pool.


Almost no spots on this one.  More than the browns and brookies, I think wild bows display the most variance in appearance from fish to fish in the same stream.

Terrible photo, beautiful fin.

This may be a personal best wild bow...not sure.  He was pushing 8".  Not sure what happened to his gill, though.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Personal Best Wild Trout

Short post today, but it's one I'm proud of.  I got out to chase wild trout over the weekend, and decided to revisit a small but nice stream I hadn't fished since the pre-runoff conditions.  I really like the lower sections of this stream because it has all the challenging characteristics of a typical small stream, with one major difference: as it enters the lower section, the stream widens and passes through some mature forest, meaning there's plenty of room for casting.  This is a luxury that a small stream fisherman doesn't often enjoy.

Still, that isn't to say that the stream is easy, by any means.  A good one to take a beginner to?  Sure.  There's no shortage of textbook riffles and pools.  But between the obvious spots lie some tricky undercuts with low-hanging branches, hard-to-reach seams, and those drifts that would be easy, except you can't position yourself in the logical place because you've got to be stealthy.

I was working my way up to a pool that had a pool that was long enough to create one of those stealth-related difficulties.  The head of the pool has a few boulders scattered through it, making for great fish-holding water, but while it'd be easy to cover that water from up close, you'd spook every fish to get there.  So the alternative is fishing from the bottom of the pool and making 35-45 foot casts (do-able, but a tricky proposition with a short 1wt nonetheless) up into the boulders, making 2-3 foot drifts, and casting again.  Making things even more interesting, most of your drifts here are only visible for a foot or two before the current takes your fly to the opposite side of a rock from where you're standing.

It was on one such drift, toward the outside of the pool, that my fly drifted to the opposite side of a moss covered boulder.  Just as I was about to lift my line for another cast, I noticed a few drops of water and ripples coming from behind the rock, so I set the hook with a quick snap and my hunch was proven by the resulting head shake.

The head shake assured me of something else, too: this was not another 5" native, which usually come splashing across the surface.  No, this fish immediately pulled me the the bottom of the pool and stayed there, the green blank of my 1wt flexing deeper than it has in months.

After a spirited battle, I pulled the fish up to a partially submerged rock for a few quick photos...



And soon after, his release...


Thursday, July 7, 2011

Want Wild Trout, Will Travel

As promised, here's some photos from recent outings with my buddy Sam, in search of wild trout.  While some like to add narrative, often, I find that the photos speak for themselves.  So without further ado, here are the goods:

In this hole, Sam found a stocked brown that had wandered up from the creek that this blue line emptied into.  We were there primarily for wild trout, but who could resist the opportunity to take a larger fish on a light line?  Sam managed to turn the fish, but never did bring him to hand.  There's always next time, I suppose.

This is what we were after...check out that yellow spot at the corner of the mouth.  That's on the fish, not a trick of the camera.  Not sure what's going on there, as I didn't notice it until I uploaded the photos from my camera.  I took several shots of this fish, though, and the spot is consistent throughout.

Brook trout are way prettier than strictly necessary.

This was as far upstream as we went on this particular stream.  That hole is surprisingly deep, considering the typical nature of the streams in the area.  We'd have gone farther, but there were some posted signs about (even though according to sources, it should be public land...and anyone renting has no authority to prevent passage...still have to look into that one...)

A few days later, Sam and I met up again to further explore some water we'd only briefly visited in our last adventure.  I had to take care of some errands at home first, but Sam got a good early start, so I found myself hiking to the water to find some indication of whether he was up or downstream from the access.  Along the way, I found some interesting fauna...

I think this guy is a millipede as opposed to a centipede, but being unsure, I wasn't about to risk a painful sting by disturbing him.  I saw a few more like this later in the day too.  Pretty exotic-looking for southwestern Pennsylvania.

Far less exotic, this is still the biggest snail I've ever seen in the woods.

Cahills were hatching sporadically, which is perfect for a small stream, as the naturals are big enough to get the trout looking up for food, but not so heavy a hatch that they really key on anything specific.

Not sure what left this shuck, though I suspect it's a dragonfly, from the shape of the head.


Friday, March 25, 2011

Singlebarbed Strikes Again

KBarton, the possibly-less-than-stable mastermind behind Singlebarbed, has found a way for me to legitimize my actions once I declare war on the feral cats my neighbor has fed (and thus perpetuated for generations) in my neighborhood.

The difference between a feral cat and a domestic tabby is only how much to lead them… | Singlebarbed

Best Quote:


"you little furry Motherfu**er, them days is over. You’re going to rediscover camouflage and stealth, leave the quail in my yard alone, or I’m blowing daylight through all that Purina."

Enjoy.

New post from me, actually, up soon.

Finally got me some fish.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Cofisher Spins a Tale

And so far it's been a great story.

It's still not done, but you should definitely check it out:

Part One
Part Two

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Ten Tips for Fly Fishing and Photography Alike

The more I acclimate to the photography community, and the more people and situations I encounter in my fishing adventures, the more I realize why these two seemingly completely different hobbies have appealed to me.  Though the methods and end results are very different, the mindset, personality, and creativity required of fly anglers/tyers and photographers is surprisingly similar, as is the tradition behind each.  This means that many generalized tips, tactics, and suggestions are equally valuable to both the fly angler and the photographer...and doubly valuable to those of us who combine the two.

What follows are some bits of wisdom I've picked up from folks who've been at it (both the fishing and the snapping) far longer than I have...and in my own adventures, these are the bits of wisdom that have proven true time and again.

Note: For me, fly fishing and fly tying are so inextricably linked, that I consider them both to be under the broad banner of fly fishing...at least for this post.  I may distinguish between the two, but in many cases I'll just say fly fishing, and the tying will be implied.  Kind of like how I usually don't use 'he or she' or 'him or her'...I just pick one and go with it.

Without further ado...

1. There's no substitute for good form.


From your first casting lesson or the first time someone mentions the rule of thirds, developing good form is the foundation upon which any fly angler or photographer builds their talent and skills.  Often, the failure to establish good form early on not only deprives the beginner of basic skills, but also tends to become a perennial source of frustration, as they spend most of their learning in developing pseudo-skills to address the challenges that might have been easily avoided by developing good form in the first place.

The fly fisher that fails to develop a good basic casting technique will figure out, on their own, all sorts of ways to compensate for their tailing loops, dipping rod tip, and lack of crisp movement.  Unfortunately, these are poor substitutes, and while they might do okay on a local pond or small stream, as soon as they get to bigger water where 50+ foot casts are necessary...or run into a stiff breeze, all the 'casting crutches' in the world won't get their fly to the fish.

This is why it's so important for a beginner to take a class, find a mentor, or even read a book early on.

2. It's you, not the kit.


Closely related to the beginner who lacks solid fundamentals, is the beginner, frustrated, who blames his lack of success on the piece of equipment in his hands.  Sure, it's probably cheap entry-level gear...maybe even used and bought (or handed down) second-or-third-hand from a previous owner.  Even if new, it's probably either a no-name unit, or the bottom-rung offering of a more reputable name.  They got it because the man in the shop said it'd do everything they needed it to do, but now they're not so sure.  After all, they've been using it for a few weeks already and have absolutely nothing to show for it.  If only they had the advanced model with all the bells and whistles, they'd be capable of results beyond their wildest dreams...

I've worded the above to be equally applicable to both fly fishing and photography, and it's one of the best things to keep in mind in beginning either pursuit.  The 'bells and whistles' of advanced camera bodies aren't meant to make the photography itself easier, in fact, usually beginners are struggling because they can't handle the bells and whistles they've already got.  And that new fast action, high-modulus, nano-silica resin fly rod, while admittedly sexy, is meant for advanced casters, and you'll probably actually be in a worse situation than you are with your entry level rod.

I actually learned this humbling lesson not in fishing or photography, but music.  Years back I was taking guitar lessons, and after a particularly frustrating session, I voiced my desire to upgrade.  In response, my teacher grabbed my guitar and proceeded to play some absolutely beautiful music.  After a moment, he handed it back and said, simply, "Seems okay to me."  Point proven.

3. Old gear/methods/ideas are still around for a reason.


And that reason is because they work.  Really well.  Very often, if not all the time.  No, really.

See, the reason that some old equipment and ways of thinking are still around is because its the best solution the industry/community has come up with, to date, to address a particular situation.  In other cases, it may not be the best, but it still works, often just as good as anything else, but with less complication, or for cheaper, or whatever.  In the case of methods, tactics, and ideas, it's often because the old stuff has survived the test of time and has been proven true and effective time and time again.

That isn't to say that some curmudgeons out there are just simply set in their ways, using old, inferior, outdated kit because they refuse to embrace any change from what they were brought up on.  But, for the most part, if some particular 'old thing' is still generally accepted or embraced by the community at large, there's a good bet that it's still very effective.

Both fly angling and photography are pursuits that are noted for their nod to tradition...this too is for a reason.

4. New gear/methods/ideas are still being made for a reason.


...and it doesn't contradict the last point.

Photoshop, digital, graphite, and large arbor...all have their place in their respective communities.  The advantages of new technology and method is undeniable, and often an advancement in one sparks an advancement in the other.

While 'old school' is great, show me an old school equivalent of a camera that can take photos at ISO 200 on a sunny day, then go inside a building, and with the press of a few buttons shoot at ISO 800 in the dim interior lighting.  In the days of film, that meant a film change, any which way you slice it.  Likewise, show me a cast, standard arbor, click-drag fly reel that can be bounced off of rocks all day, and have a drag with the cojones to stop an angry 100+ pound tarpon...and be put away wet at the end of the day.  For that matter, a silk fly line that you could do the same thing with.

While new tech and tactics might not be the panacea that some think it is, there's no doubt that fly fishing and photography have progressed rapidly, thanks to technological developments of the past 30 years, and even the last 100 or more.

To summarize both of the previous two points: don't knock it because it's old...don't knock it because it's new.

5. Always be ready.


Perhaps fly anglers, more than any other breed, are accustomed to being ready for anything.  Anyone that's fished for several years has no doubt encountered a few situations in which, with better preparation, they might have had wild success.  In response, the majority of them tend to become walking fly shops, with an imitation for any insect that's ever lived near the area they fish.  I mean...what if the fish are only taking female tricos?  (Actually a pretty plausible situation.)  Or only tan caddis with a broken right-front leg?  (Far less likely, though I wouldn't put the idea past a trout.)

While some take this to extremes, nearly all fly anglers step into the water with well over 100 flies on their person, indicating that the community as a whole sees the value in always being ready.  Beginners take heed.  Just because you don't think you'll need your box of streamers doesn't mean you should leave them in the car.  And always, always have more than one of your proven patterns.
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You're in the big city, with your press credentials and passes to get into the VIP area of the rock concert you've been hired by some magazine to shoot.  So far, everything's gone according to plan.  Somehow managing to arrive at your hotel earlier than expected, you head down to the lounge for a drink.

As you pore over your shot list, cocktail in hand, you hear a peculiar accent from a voice three seats down the bar.  You look up and instantly recognize Lead Singer, all alone, and in good spirits.  He catches your eye, and you say hi and introduce yourself, and mention that you'll be shooting the show.  He smiles and asks you if you'd like to get a few shots right now.

Did you bring your camera down to the lounge with you?  With a lens suited to indoor, low-light photography?

6. You can't control the conditions, only adapt to them.


The night before your trip to the museum to see the new art exhibit, there was an attempted theft, and now that you're there, noone is being admitted into the gallery.  You were all set to photograph the paintings and sculptures and now the whole section is closed.  What to do?

Well, for starters, you can always try introducing yourself as a "professional freelance photojournalist" to the powers-that-be, in hopes of gaining special access to the exhibit.  If that gets you nowhere, try taking some candids of your no-doubt-disgruntled museum going peers, who are also being turned away from the exhibit they came to see.  If law enforcement or investigators are around, get some pictures of whatever portion of the 'crime scene' you can access.

At very least, you're in a museum.  If you can't find anything interesting there, please put down the camera and step away slowly.
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You planned your trip out west at the peak of the hatch.  You tied up dozens of long, fine leaders to deliver a quarter-inch fly a country mile, and filled several fly boxes with dozens of those quarter inch flies, in every style, shade, and size you could think of.

Three days before your trip, a cold front moves through, dumping inches of rain, turning the river into chocolate milk, and keeping the fish hugging the banks and bottoms tight.  By the time you get there, it's cleared up somewhat, but it's still up and moving, and the remaining wind is blowing any brave flies right off the water.

Good thing you brought your heavy rod and box of 4" streamers...right?

7. The community is full of idiots.

While any group of people united by a common interest is bound to have a few bad apples, nowhere but these two fields have I seen such a high concentration of elitists, blowhards, pedants, gear snobs, and attention whores.  This isn't to say that everyone is such a pain in the ass, though, as there are certainly some really, really great people in both hobbies...they're just harder to come by.  When you find one, get to know them, befriend them, and keep in touch.

Still, take care not to dismiss people as morons too quickly.  With both photography and fly fishing, there is a fairly steep learning curve early on, and those who crest it usually feel (justifiable) pride in their accomplishments.  This pride can show itself differently with different people, and sometimes not at all.  A friend of mine is the best person with a dry fly I've ever seen.  He can throw a bulky dry straight into a wind and deliver it, softly, 40-50 feet upstream, every time, all the time.  Compliment his casting and he's quick to say that his casting is sloppy and full of bad technique.  While this humility is commendable, its generally not the norm.  

There's also a difference between presenting what you know, or your experiences matter-of-factly, and plain arrogance.  Unfortunately, too many people cross that line.

The key bits of advice for any beginner are these: just understand that anyone you meet might, quite possibly be full of it, so consider the source, consider the info, and form your own conclusions...and once you form some of these conclusions, and develop some skills, you'll reach a point where you're no longer a beginner.  When this happens, don't become a tool.

8. (Not) Sharing Is Caring

Paradoxical headline intended.

What I mean here, is that discretion is valuable, and, especially early on, it's better to listen more than you speak.  Many times, a beginner will gather their first bits of experience in a field, and form their own opinions and take their own lessons from it.  This is normal, natural, and commendable, but it's important for them to understand that their version of 'in my experience' is still very much a work in progress.  There's no harm in sharing their opinion, and its true that often, the slightly-more-advanced-begginer's perspective is of the most use to a newer newbie, but this isn't always the case.

Perhaps, as a beginner, you occasionally drop, jostle, or otherwise bang around your camera.  It isn't strictly advertised as shock-proof, but it's always done well for you.  One day, at a local camera shop, someone else is looking to buy a camera for outdoor use and the sales person is recommending an expensive, shock-proof model.  While you might mention to them what you use, and that it's worked for you, it's probably not a good idea to walk up and say, "You don't need to waste your money on that.  This one is a hundred dollars cheaper and built like a tank!  I should know, I have one!"  This discretion also extends to technique.  While you have a method of doing things, there's almost always more than one way to skin a cat, and often times, the lessons you learn along the way help you down the road.  So rather than telling someone exact settings to use for a particular shot, make a few suggestions and let them figure it out.

(Not) Sharing is a particularly sensitive subject for fly fishermen.  While tips and suggestions are freely exchanged with regard to the tying desk, anglers become notoriously tight-lipped regarding the best "secret killer fly pattern" for a given situation, or especially their favorite spots.

While a fishing buddy may invite you along to fish his favorite small mountain stream full of hungry trout, I will guarantee you that if you write a local fishing magazine about all the trout you caught 'on Pine Glade Run, just upstream of Route 16', that it will be the LAST time you get an invitation from that friend...and maybe from any other friend that reads the magazine.  While the debate rages endlessly on how much sharing is too much sharing, you need to really be careful what you say and to whom, as a beginner.  Especially if you fish anywhere other than public lakes.

9. Better lucky than good...

...but, in the long run, you're highly unlikely to be lucky even half the time...so you'd better be pretty good too.

What I mean, here, is that there's simply no way to account for luck.  The newbie shutterbug going with their mentor to an event, and 'the kid' snapping a shot with his point & shoot that goes straight to the front page of the paper.  Poorly composed, grainy, and even slightly blurry, it captures the entire feel of the scene and is incredibly moving.  Of course they didn't try to do this, they were just in the right place at the right time with a camera.  Meanwhile their mentor has a card full of hundreds of tack sharp shots, well framed, from hours of planning, and an intimate knowledge of his multi-thousand-dollar setup.  Two of them end up on a page on his website, and the paper throws another one up in the entertainment section of the paper in which his student's work graces page one.

Likewise, fishing dad takes newbie daughter to some tough, technical water.  He explains how these fish primarily eat tiny midges all day, so she needs to be very precise.  Instead, she decides to use a big bright pink woolly bugger, which tangles in streamside weeds on her first cast, spooking all the fish in the area.  As she pulls it free, it lands with a splash in the water, at which point a humongous brown trout that neither dad nor daughter ever saw, emergest from under the bank and casually takes the fluorescent monstrosity of a fly.  Fish on.

The wisdom here is that while it's true you can't account for luck, you can do things to both put yourself in a position to be lucky, as well as to capitalize on any luck you may encounter.  Always leave a basic fly rod, reel, and some flies in your car.  Carry a compact camera in your pocket.  Know what bugs are likely to be hatching in your area.  Get into position with your camera early. And most of all know how to use your gear.  When everything comes together, you want to be able to use and adjust your equipment flawlessly, without thinking about it.  If you're a photographer, know how to adjust your settings quickly, and even memorize buttons, to make adjustments without looking at your camera.  If you're a fly fisher, know your knots, be able to tie them quickly and securely (and yeah, even without looking).  You should be able to tie a fly to the end of your tippet, in normal temperatures (coldness slows the process), in under 30 seconds.  It sounds dorky and it is a little boring, but practice your knots at home.  If you use a knotted leader, know every knot needed to rebuild one (blood knots, etc).  I prefer 'handshake' connections, and as such, I can tie a perfection loop in a variety of sizes, in just a few moments.

It's little things like this which mean the difference between having one of the best moments of the day, and going home empty handed, after standing helplessly by, while your big opportunity went by.

10. Success is subjective

Perhaps in no other fields is the definition of 'success' so nebulous.  In photography, is success defined as actually taking a picture?  The simple act of pressing the shutter release?  If that's too easy, maybe success is taking a well composed photo?  A well exposed one?  One that sells?  Selling enough to quit your day job?  One that wins a contest?  One that you like enough to frame?

The answer isn't any clearer for the fishermen.  Is success catching a fish?  Ten fish?  On a dry fly?  Catching the biggest fish?  The most?  Compared to whom?  If you ask most fishermen, they'll agree that success "isn't about catching fish", but if not, then why not just go for a walk in the stream?  Also, when was the last time you saw a fisherman getting back to his vehicle late after non-stop action all day, and when asked, he grimaces and says, "You know...there were just too many fish biting and I couldn't really enjoy myself."

Clearly success in both pursuits is both subjective and qualitative, which perhaps is what draws us in the first place.  Success is about making new discoveries and learning along the way, improving your skills.  It's about being prepared to capitalize when luck smiles on you, and about learning from the failures.  It's about enjoying yourself, but also dealing with enough failure to recognize success when it happens.  Success isn't defined, but is evidenced, by your continued participation.  It's truly about the journey more than the destination.  It's about setting goals for yourself and achieving those goals.  

Simply put, success in these pursuits depends entirely upon your satisfaction with your experiences.  So make it what you want it to be, and have fun.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Kindred Spirit from the Left Side

In my internet wanderings, I came across Adipose Fin, a blog run by a guy with the same interests in fishing as myself: small streams, wild fish, ultralight gear...but not so hung up on it that it becomes how he defines himself.

Adipose Fin operates out of California, making for a highly noticeable change in scenery compared to the flora and fauna you may see in pictures here at Dharma of the Drift, based in Pennsylvania.  It's a refreshing contrast, and a subtle (and photogenic) reminder that there's lots of little streams out there, waiting to be discovered.

Granted, there hasn't been any new posting for some time, but what IS there should be enough easy to read content and eye-catching photography to help tide any small stream angler over just a little closer to spring.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The Drag Free Drift on How To Select a Fly Line

Hey all, I just want to share a great piece I just read over at The Drag Free Drift on How to Select a Fly Line.  Excellent, clearly written piece, in plain English, explaining the pros and cons of various options that the modern angler has when choosing a line.  Definitely an article I'll keep within a link's reach, to help out anyone looking to buy a new line.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Drifting Flies for Erie Steelhead

With the steelhead primer being so well received by the online community, I've been getting some feedback here and there, with comments, suggestions, and, in some cases, some questions.  Whether a reader is seeking clarification on something I wrote in one of the parts of the primer, or they're seeking new information on an area I covered briefly, or not at all, I do my best to get back to them with an answer as soon as I can.  In most cases, that means within 2-3 weekdays, but in one case was as soon as a few hours.

That said, I encourage anyone reading DotD who feels so inclined to send along an email.  In addition to using the 'Contact Me' button in the sidebar, you can also send an email direct to dharmaofthedrift@gmail.com and I'll get a response to you as soon as I can.

Just recently, Dharma of the Drift reader Bob sent in the following question via email:

Just finished reading your 5 section steelhead report, and found it interesting that I seem to be doing things pretty much the way you suggest (with a few exceptions).  Now I am more prepared to feel confident about my tactics.  Thank you for sharing this info.  I guess my biggest question is how to get the "perfect drift".  Besides what you mentioned do you have any other tips regarding a good drift. I try to cast it out, mend right away, high stick and then bow down.  Does this sound right?  


I appreciate any advice. 

Bob

First of all, I'd like to thank Bob here on the site for reading DotD and for sending his email.  Interaction with readers helps me keep the content here relevant and helpful, which, in turn, keeps you coming back for more!

After sending along what I could offer on the subject, I also mentioned that I'd like to share with the rest of the reader base and Bob agreed that the information might help out some other readers.

Here's what I had to offer Bob:


Hi Bob,
Thanks for reading, and for the email as well!
The 'perfect drift' is really the one central thing that stratifies Erie steelhead anglers.  While ten anglers on a given stretch of water may all have the same rod, reel, line, leader, and fly, the thing that will separate them is their proficiency with the drift (and detecting the strike).  I won't claim to be any kind of an expert, as I prefer to fish dries and streamers for trout (meaning that I get very little practice at a subsurface drift), but this is what I can say:
There's a lot of variance in opinion as to what the perfect drift even looks like.  Conventional wisdom tells us that it'd be a drift where the fly behaves just like a natural egg, tumbling in the current, at the same speed as the water, but many guys feel that a drift that is actually 2-3 times slower than the current is best.  
Keep in mind that the 'perfect' drift is the one that gets a bite, so when I talk about a better drift it's one that's more likely to fool a fish, not necessarily the one with absolutely no drag.  With this in mind, getting a good drift becomes more and more difficult the deeper the water being fished.  You nearly always want to bounce your fly along the bottom, and deeper water means that there's just that much more current and drag to deal with.  Slow water also makes a good drift more difficult, as the fish get more time to inspect the offering, and you have to make flawless mends and keep the drift going for a longer period of time.  This, combined with resting, spooky fish, is why its much more time-effective to pass up the deep, slow pools and head for the fast, shallow riffles.
Fast water means you need the fly to drop quicker, but you can do this.  The faster water will hide your mend and will also allow you to place weight much closer to the fly than you could get away with in the slow pools.  In really fast water, I'll sometimes use a #8 or #10 glo bug (you can also use bigger flies in fast water), with lead at 6-12" and again at 12-18" from the fly.  Having lead 6" from your fly might seem like a mistake, but it will help get your fly down in the strike zone quickly, and in truly turbid water, it will help to keep your fly and your lead in the same currents.  Also in this water, having lead that close won't really spook the fish.
From your description, it sounds like you have a pretty intuitive understanding of how to drift.  When I do it, I basically try to walk the fine line of having no tension in the line but also no slack.  Any tension means that your line is preventing a drag-free drift (proponents of the 2-3x slower than the current method will have tension in their line), and any slack will make detecting a strike nearly impossible without extremely perceptive vision or a very obvious take (unlikely with Erie steel).
I hope this helped address your question, and maybe even will help you catch more fish.
Thanks,
Mark

So there you have it.  As I said in my email to Bob, I'm by no means an expert, and simply do what I can and what seems to work.  If anyone has any other questions or suggested additions to the primer, feel free to email or comment on any of the steelhead articles, and if I can help you out, I'll try.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Autumn on a Pennsylvania Trout Stream

Over the past several weeks, we've made out transition into fall here in Pennsylvania.  While I missed the intense caddis action that I lucked into last season, I've managed to take a few fish on streamers over the past few weeks.  Despite those few catches, fishing action overall has been pretty disappointing for me this fall.  Luckily, I've been pretty good about bringing my camera along, so even a day of getting skunked usually isn't a total loss.

Here's a few of my favorite shots from the past several weeks.  Please remember that, as always, you can click on any image to see a larger version.  Enjoy!









I hope to add a SLR camera to my arsenal within the next few weeks, so hopefully by Thanksgiving you will all be seeing photos from a new machine!  If anyone among my readers has any SLR-buying advice, please post it as a comment!


Saturday, October 23, 2010

MidCurrent 2011 Gear Guide Reactions

Last week, the folks over at MidCurrent published their 2011 Gear Guide, covering rods, reels, lines, and literally every other aspect of our sport.  From the looks of the guide, the biggest thing next year will be nano-silica resin in high-end fly rods.  I won't get into the science-y specifics, but suffice to say that its an (arguably) improved way to glue your blank together.  The other major trend seems to be toward fully-sealed, 'maintenance-free' drags in reels.  Unlike the nano-silica resin, this is a more directly observable change, and one that I suspect will be more of a game changer in the market.  I own a few reels with fully-sealed drags, and functionally, I notice little difference from other comparable disc drags in terms of performance, but the mechanism itself does seem more robust, and less susceptible to environmental challenges like mud, sand, and ice.

In the wader/wading boot arena, Simms is (predictably) backing up its big talk against felt, and Korkers continues its competitive lines of boots with an upgraded interchangeable sole system and a felt alternative that looks like something I might be able to live with.

My personal high point of the whole thing was seeing that Diamondback is bringing back their Diamondglass series.  I love my 7 foot 4wt Diamondglass, and wouldn't mind adding a 2wt to the lineup at some point, hopefully as a custom build, but lately DG blanks in any configuration are the hens' teeth of the rod building community.

The guide itself is a great piece, and pretty thorough; however, the actual subject matter, to me, leaves a little to be desired.  Maybe it's just a side effect of having a few years of fly fishing under my belt now, or maybe it's this way for everyone, but, to me, it just seems like more of the same (other than the fully-sealed drags).  Don't get me wrong, I think a logical gradual development is preferable to erratic leaps and bounds in any field, but the new things slated for 2011 seem like more marketing than substance.  Give the average fly flinger two unmarked rods, one with nano-silica resin and one without and ask him to tell you which is which and I'm guessing he'll be right about half the time.  Felt became the didymo scapegoat, so any wading boot maker with a semi-awake marketing department will be looking into felt-free soles.  (I was pleased to see that they also considered the material of the boots themselves too, as much as I think the felt-hate is unwarranted.)

The tying sector is particularly offensive (and my personal low point of the guide): 'Fish Skulls'...basically a somewhat flattened cone head with eyes...selling for 70 cents per, and being far and away the current sensation among those who tie streamers.  I mean...sure they look cool, but functionally, the only extra advantage you're getting over a cone is that your fly looks cooler when you show it to a buddy, and you'll get other tyers asking about it.

Of course, this is just my admittedly biased opinion.  For me, a big part of the joy of tying comes from using materials that, in and of themselves, don't necessarily look like fish food, and incorporating them into the fly in such a way that they do.  The more pre-made, molded, painted, textured, 3D glamor you add to a fly the more it becomes 'assembly' and less 'fly tying'.  How much does Hareline, Wapsi, or Spirit River have to do before they're effectively selling tying kits where you open up your 3 packages, get a hook out of one, a cast, weighted head out of another, and a pre-formed silicone body form the third...thread the head then the body onto the hook, glue into place and you've tied a fly?

How do you feel about fish skulls, prefab fly parts, and the gear guide?  Comment below.

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