Monday, January 11, 2010

Fly Tying Instruction

How to Tie the Texas Ringworm Fly (Step by Step) This fly was designed for one simple purpose...to completely revolutionize the way we fly fish for bass in this country. To put fly fishermen on the same playing field as every conventional gear bass fisherman.



How (And Why) to Tie a Furled Dubbing Loop Furling fly tying materials is not necessarily a new or innovative technique . I have even seen fly tying books devoted entirely to the practice. I have even seen tiers making small leeches using twisted dubbing loops. 



Sharpie (The Tier’s Companion) Unconventional tricks. Cheap tricks. I love ‘em all. Peek into any avid fly tier’s kit bag and you will learn some cool new stuff to add to your own arsenal. The best ones are usually the simple ones. One of my favorites is having a black Sharpie marking pen handy on my fly tying desk. Here are some of the ways I like to use it.




How to Tie the UV Asher The UV Asher is a drastic improvement on a classic fly. The original Orange Asher has been an old staple for many years, but does not get used often anymore. Most fly shops carry them, but many of the newer shop employees may not know what bin it is in...or have no idea what you are talking about! The old, original was a great fly...





Streamer Hydrodynamics (Geeks Only!) As you have probably gathered, we at the shop are not dry-fly purists...nor are we exclusive to trout. We spend a exorbitant amount of time fishing and developing new (and occasionally better) flies for saltwater and warmwater. Most of these flies are what can be lumped into the streamer fly category.




5 Ways To Use The Loon UV Light I made this 10 min YouTube video demonstrating five different ways to utilize the Loon Outdoors UV Knot Sense and Fly Paints. Tie an Egg Sucking Leech, Olive UV Back Scud, Iceman Midge pupa, Bellyache Minnow Streamer and the UV Asher dry fly.




The Krystowski Minnow is one of my early original fly designs. I began tying this fly long before I was part of the fly fishing industry and a contract fly designer. It was at a point in my life when I had very limited time to spend behind a vise...







I use this carp fly almost exclusively...with much success!





The creation of the Geezus Lizard Bass Fly hinged entirely on the conception of the ferruled dubbing loop tail. I have tried for years to build a worm-like fly, or fly appendage, to mimic the rubber worms conventional bass anglers have in their arsenal...




Iceman Midge Pupa I am a big fan of midge pupa. I love to fish them, because they work so well…and they almost never don’t work. I think that made sense? But, more than anything, I love to tie them. And I love to look at other guys midges, too. (Not in the shower at the gym, however.)





Banksia Bug Pupa I began tying this fly to imitate the masses of free-living caddis larva in all my home waters here in Colorado and elsewhere in trout streams all over the West...






Clown Shoe Caddis Dry The development of this fly began with the frustration over the inability to find a decent work horse dry fly to act as a mule for a couple heavy dropper nymphs in rough water...

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Fly Fishing Instruction

Read The Story Fly Fishing for Pike in Colorado (a crash course) Northern Pike are an exciting quarry. Many spin fishermen and bait casters are aware of how fun pike can be, but fly fishers are mostly oblivious. Less than 15% of fly fishermen in Colorado have ever cast to pike or musky. See More Stories About Pike!



Read The Story Become a Professional Pickpocket The Colorado Front Range has a plethora of small to medium-sized rivers most of which are considered high gradient. What this all translates to is miles upon miles of pocket water. The faster you become proficient on this pocket water the better your fishing experience will become.





 

Read The Story The Art of the Grip & Grin: How to take better fishing photos We fishermen have been attempting to capture the memory of our catch since the beginning of mankind. We are no longer left to paint our prey on cave walls. Since the invention of the camera the perfect “Grip & Grin” photo...



Read The Story How To Rig A Dry & Dropper The concept of using two flies at once is not a new idea, nor is it an obscure tactic reserved for the self-proclaimed“experts”. Most fly fishers use a tandem rig in one or another of its’ many forms. I will say again…most...



Read The Story Night Fishing For Largemouth Bass The biggest hurdles to overcome with any night fishing are the casting and line management. All your casts will have to be done by feel. There is no turning your head to watch how your back cast is doing...Read More About Bass!




Read The Story Best Times To Fish Boulder Creek As a result of many years of fishing Boulder Creek and extensive record keeping, I have come up with what I believe to be three "windows of opportunity". These are the best times to be fishing...Get More Info About Boulder & South Boulder Creeks!




Learn More About Big Thompson River Click Here! The Big Thompson River is one of the more popular small rivers on the northern Colorado Front Range...and it is a very healthy fishery thanks to the catch and release regulations and decent flows for the last...



Read The Story Gear Up For Carp! I talk constantly about the strategies and tactics surrounding carp fishing. I do this because there is so much to talk about, yet so much poor advice and misinformation blowing around...See More Info On Fly Fishing For Carp!



Read The Story Careful Whatcha Wipe With I know you don’t think of yourself as a cheechako. Hell, ya probably think it’s some sorta new Latino gang terminology. It ain’t. You moved out here to Colorado from San Diego or some suburb in the Midwest and now you tell all your old friends back home that you like to “rough it” now that you live “out west” or “in the mountains”...



Read The Story Dead Fish Do Tell Tales Sometimes you have to rely on old age or winter kill before the largest or smartest fish show themselves. Always stop and inspect the rotting carcasses...

Friday, January 1, 2010

Fly Fishing Stories & Essays (2)

Read The Story A Good Old Fashioned Fish Killin' The fishing the day before had been brutal. It was a good day, mind you...just tough on the body--like a good night drinking. But I don't do that to myself anymore. The reward for surviving ones youth is to take care of yourself, I suppose.
Read The Story Yup…That’s The Plan “Well…let me know how it turns out.” Tom said. I had run into a friend of mine at Alfalfa’s grocery store. “So, whatcha got planned?” He asked.
Read The Story Fishing Anyone's St. Vrain There is a term used by fly fishermen from time to time—locals in town, mainly. “Like Boulder Creek...only wider and with larger trout.” It is a standard point of reference. Like a standard, but vague unit of measure.



Read The Story Free Wheelin’ (Last Days of Summer) I slept in on purpose—a rarity anymore. Then I took my coffee and breakfast on top of a topo map spread out on the kitchen table. I had no plans. No obligations. No company. A full day to burn. The only plans I had at all, on this last day of August...
 Read The Story Phantoms of Fish Camp I have been infatuated with the romantic notion surrounding the idea of Fish Camp, for most of my life. Not just fishing camp, but Deer Camp...


Read The Story  Lakes Revisited Places revisited. Lakes revisited. It is not taking a step backwards, an emotional demotion—it is, as Kenny and The First Editions used to say, me just dropping in to see what condition my condition is in.

Read The Story Lucky Man I have never been a man of means. Unless you consider stubbornness and persistence to be means. (Maybe they are, but you sure as hell can't fold them up and put them in your wallet.) I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth...


Read The Story Pegged Beads (And My Turmoil About Them) This is a sensitive subject—the fly-fishing version of bringing up politics at a mixed family barbecue, or religion at the pub. The pegged egg. If you have no idea what I am talking about (congratulations!) you need not read any farther. Go about your day…


Read The Story Friends Flies (& Shitty Handshakes) He didn’t start off on the right foot—parking sideways in the fly shop parking lot. It was a slow Sunday in the shop, so the sloppy parking wasn’t really an inconvenience to anyone, but there was something about it that stunk of a deep seated entitlement that those born rich will sometimes have. Then the handshake...



Read The Story Chasing Childhood Fears "Turn the page....fast!" my five-year-old-self said to my mother, clapping my hands over my eyes as pudgy shields against the creepiest centerfold known to man...

Read The Story Windblown Wanderings on the Big Thompson It is Spring. Although the two inch fresh blanket whose thickness is still being added to as I write, would moonlight you no hint...
Read The Story A comparative analysis: IF FISH WERE DRUGS Bass: Medical Marijuana. This a chill experience, spent mid summer casting a popper along some peaceful pond, lined with cattails. You might be in a small, manageable jon boat...
 Read The Story Hard Work Pays Off (and other lies your parents told you) It has been a few weeks ago now that I got my ass kicked out on Clear Creek. Had the entire day to figure things out and turn my fortunes around. It was a week day, too…so I had the canyon all to myself. No excuses. There was nothing hatching, but so what? I didn’t want to fish dries anyhow. I dredged the whole damned canyon with nymphs and streamers...
Read The Story The Reservoir The reservoir is near perfect. It’s close to home, well hidden and few people know exactly where it is. It’s not tiny, but easily small enough to fish entirely in an afternoon by two driven individuals with fly rods...
Read The Story Tying Flies I feel like I am on a movie set. On a scape I have dreamt. Painted into a picture I have seen before --- like when Bert draws Mary Poppins a jolly holiday and they jump into the sidewalk, careful not to smudge what has been created, what is so beautiful...

Fly Fishing Stories and Essays

Read The Story April Fools on South Boulder Creek We were not the first ones to the gravel pull off, Erin and I. A late start, a stop for coffee and one wrong turn up a dirt road. Oh well. The two guys ahead of us looked decent enough—two fellow fly fishers—not a couple of turds who would likely camp out on fish or high hole us. I’ll get back to this. They were already wadered up and about to hit the trail down to the South Boulder Creek tailwater. I was going to give a good luck wave and see ya down there, but before any of those niceties could be exchanged a big pickup truck lurched into the pull-out next to us. As the dust was settling a big man in a tight “I Once Went to Sturgis” T-shirt rolled out of the cab...



Read The Story Farm Ponds, Horse Shit & Other Memories of the Midwest "Kind of reminds ya of home, doesn't it..." he said, casting me a smile over his shoulder as he turned back to his line. It tightened with the tell of a bite. His smile grew bigger. Smell that...and he held out the taddle-tale line's catch. I took a drag of the farm pond water infused bass. Turns out, that humid color of green algae is my hallucinogen for home...



Read The Story Trial by Fire (Just ain’t fair…this love, war and fly fishing) Wisdom is the only constructive result of a lifetime of dumb decisions. Or something like that. My memory is paraphrasing some motivational poster I once saw. But I get the gist. Yeah…I get the gist. I have learned some hard lessons in life the long way. I had to figure them out for myself. Had to touch the flame. Mother said it was hot and it would burn my finger. And it did. Every time. But listening to advise and taking it are not the same. Even as a toddler I guess I was striving to be a wise man, not an obedient one. Besides, now I knew about fire. Then, as an eighteen-year-old Army recruit, my father—a Vietnam War vet—advised I not volunteer for anything. Lay low, aim low...



Read The Story Rods Lost To Ladies A guide friend and I were catching up on each others’ lives, to include fishing, beer and women. While discussing the finer points of each I was reminded of a favorite graphite rod that is now sitting in an ex-girlfriends closet and likely has not seen the light of day since I last put it in its’ tube...








Read The Story Junk Food
Yup. Sorry to say. These are the two main reasons why I am a fisherman. Good ol’ pretzel rods and orange soda. No, really. I mean it. It is rumored that I owe my life to Jim Beam (good on ya, Dad!) but I am certain that I owe my passion for fishing to junk food. Yeah, yeah…I’ll explain. My childhood diet consisted of bran cereal and yogurt for breakfast, not Fruit Loops.






Read The Story Pot Roasts & Dog Hair Flies

Sitting in a pot-roasting house, can make people do crazy things. If I am to be home for the day, or even just the afternoon, I avoid turning that little gray knob to "warm" on the crock -- as if it contains a plague of locusts...





Read The Story Allure of Virginal Creeks I have had many, memorable love affairs with small creeks. Larger rivers are intoxicating creatures, I’ll grant you and they live much louder, vivacious existences…but we have all seen their tasteless centerfolds in Fly Fisherman magazine—laid out in the buff...






Read The Story Solitary Life of a Commercial Fly Designer There was a time (I am told) when a guy in his early 20’s could help put himself through college by tying flies for his local shops. Those days are long gone. The mind boggles trying to calculate the number of flies it would take to pay the average tuition these days.







Read The Story Enjoy The Perks The last thing I want to get into is a long-winded speculation about why we fly fish. Good, god…that has been done to death.






Read The Story Asylum on the Williams Fork I already had the overwhelming desire to be off grid for awhile…to get on the road and out of cell reception. So, I leapt at the suggestion to join my friends Jeff and Cody on a slightly misguided jaunt down to the Colorado River...





Read The Story Lost Flies Sometime toward the end of my first year living here in Colorado I met and fell in love with a woman. I remember it being sometime in the fall when we met. She was tall and beautiful…









Read The Story Sometimes Ya Just Gotta Swim How many times can you remember standing along the bank of a river or shore of a lake looking longingly to a run, eddy or far shore wishing you could get a cast that far, or be standing there instead of where you happened to be...







Read The Story Keeping the Ice Off ‘Tis the season. Holidays are comin’. Heehaw. You are about to fall off the diet wagon and gain back that 12 pounds, get into an argument with an in-law that will haunt you for the next decade...





Read The Story Being Thankful I have not always been thankful on Thanksgiving. It is not necessarily my default state-of-mind. Although being thankful is an act of introspection and humility...







Read The Story Being a Good Host I learned what it was to be a good host by watching my sister. This was years ago…back before I lived in Colorado. I was living and working in fairly random places. Canada… Alaska…







Read The Story Bunch of Old Crap Mementoes. Keepsakes. Call them what you want. Call them all just a bunch of old crap. But they are artifacts from past lives. We don’t think about them until we stumble onto them …unexpectedly. Then the old stories swarm out of the subconscious like ground hornets from under a lawn mower...



Read The Story The Male Ego... A young woman in her mid-twenties told me I was the most incredible man she had ever met. And…for a few hours I actually believed. I stood in a strange shower the next morning squeezing oddly scented shampoo onto my head, basking in hot water and my own awesomeness…