Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humor. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Stock Replies for Fly Fishermen

"What are they bitin' on?"
         The end of my line.

"What are they rising to?"
         The occasion.

"What are they hittin' on?"
         Yo momma.

"What do ya have on?"
         Black satin g-string.

"What are ya usin'?"
         'Bout three grams a day.



*These were decided last night over several bottles of wine...the evening went progressively down hill, as you can see. However, if you (dear reader) have any to contribute...by all means.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Tip of the Week

If by chance you come upon a rusty Natural Lite beer can while fly fishing...and, let's say you picked it up and rubbed it as if it were a bronze lamp (I don't know, maybe you were double checking the calorie count. Sheesh!) And then, suddenly, a genie pops out and grants you a wish or two. (Yeah. it could happen.) But let us say the genie seemed a bit tired, or drunk, or whatever...and one of the things you asked for was the use of his magic flying carpet. (You happened to be sight fishing for carp that day. It would have helped.) But, instead what you got was a magic flying stump...don't complain, you ingrate, you still got a sweet magic flying stump!

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Tip of the Week

If you hike up past 11,000 feet with a flask of whiskey and you are super excited that you remembered it...don't be tempted to start drinking from it at 10 am. You will fall asleep on a rock in the sun and temporarily lose your fly rod.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Ten Ways to Increase Your Time on the Water

It is customary in a fly shop to ask someone if they have been getting out fishing lately. I ask almost everyone who walks into the shop…just to get conversation going. It’s a bartender asking, “what’ll it be?” The overwhelming trend in replies to this question is not positive. More often than not it instigates a gripe session about not being able to get out on the water nearly enough. Now, I am aware that this response is sometimes just the weekend worrier or nine-day-a-year superstar attempting to sound like their incredibly hectic and busy life is keeping them from spending every waking moment on a trout stream…purely for the benefit of the committed trout bum asking the question. I get it, and thanks. But this article is for those seriously trying to devote more time to fishing.

10: Get Fired. Right? Who has more time to fish then the dudes under the bridge with the dirty stocking caps and abandoned shopping carts? I always stop and ask if anything is biting…and they spit and cuss at me. Then ask for change. Alright, in all seriousness, loosing your job is not a fun time, but if you do find yourself in a “between jobs” part of your life take advantage of it! It could be the lag time between a change of jobs, or the free-wheelin’ month after high school or college or military discharge. Don’t waist time stressing out…do what you can or need to do and spend the rest of the time fishing. Trust me, it will do you good. But, most of you are not at any of these young stages of life anymore and jumping up onto the conference table and doing the chicken dance with your suit pants around your ankles at the next Monday morning meeting to insure unlimited amounts of fishing time is not really a good life option. Sure, I understand. But you don’t have to take these suggestions to any extremes. Maybe you can find a way to let your fishing habit infiltrate the office. Throw up a flag with your colors in the prison yard, so to speak…hang your best “grip and grin” photo on the wall or on your desk. It will attract fellow addicts and let them know you are one of them. Or take your boss fishing. Convert those above you. If you can pull this off there are untold treasures that await. In the end, weather it be reducing your overtime hours or taking a lower paying job in a state that has better fishing opportunities…it is quality of life that trumps all else.

9: Convince Yourself Golf Balls Are Evil. Because they are…they will suck out your soul and your will to live, not to mention countless hours you could have spent floating down an amazing river casting fat grasshopper flies to hungry browns the size of footballs, or hiking to some high lake above tree line in search of your first 20-inch cutthroat! A lifetime’s worth of this given up for what? A single digit handicap? Really? Do you wake up in the middle of the night obsessing about the seventh hole at your local manicured golf course? Are your den walls covered in framed score cards and grip and grin photos of you holding a slightly scuffed Titleist? Sure, I poke fun for fun’s sake…and in the end remember fly fishing is a needy mistress and needy mistresses are only happy if they are the only needy mistress.

8: Get Better Friends. Keep your single, non-golfing friends and do your best to alienate those friends who invite you to church breakfasts or their kid’s high school plays. Get rid of them FAST…they may smile a lot and say encouraging things, but they are not out to help you. They want to see you married and driving a mini-van with dumb bumper stickers as soon as possible. Misery can’t stand that you get to go fishing on the weekend. On the other hand, veer away from those friends who pull into your driveway on a week night and do everything they can (to the dismay of your recently sleeping neighbors) to loudly goad you into going out on the town to “find some trouble”. These people—although they are a great deal more fun than the former—are equally counter productive to the fisherman. Foster the relationships with those who show up at 4 A.M. with fly rods already strung, coffee for two in a thermos and a wild look of possibility in their eyes!

7: Become a Teacher. Seriously…don’t they get the entire summer off? Well, they do, but most are paid so little they have to take part-time jobs during their off time. What I meant was become a teacher of fly fishing. You will be surprised at the increased motivation and drive you have when there is someone under your wing. You want to show them all those favorite spots that you may have unintentionally become bored with years ago. And you want them to see for themselves the sun rise on that one particular lake where the trout start rising like popcorn. Teach a best friend, or a new loved one…or, good grief, your kids.

6: Time Management. This I write mainly for myself…as it is the bain of my fishing life. Some of the tricks I have learned over the years of attempting to wedge as much time on the water as I can are deliberately prioritizing things I have to get done vs. what can wait until…well, whenever. And learning not too agree to anything on the spot. “When will you be arriving at your best friends wedding?” Yeah…I’ll try to make it… “But, you’re the best man!” Yeah…so…like I said… You really should be showing up for that one, but…it still allows for an out if you suddenly get word on some good fishing. You know, priorities. Besides, if “the word” is that good your best friend may join you! There are other things that will undoubtedly increase your time on the water. They are small things that eat up large chunks of time…hangovers and television. Do whatever you need to do to minimize or eliminate both of these monsters from your life. Get used to waking up early (sober) and not instinctively flipping on the idiot box. Remember boredom, above anything else, is what breeds fishermen.

5: When Nature Calls. This might be a delicate subject…I don’t know. If you are squeamish and never actually admitted to having a bowel movement, then maybe this section is not for you. Outdoorsmen, as a whole, tend to be fairly open about the subject. It is something we all have to think about and prepare for if we spend any amount of time more than a short, awkward jog back to the luxuries of indoor plumbing. You need to become comfortable taking the crouch behind a tree…sorry, but ya just gotta. Nobody is going to be putting up with you making a sudden run back to town. If you are in a drift boat all day this can cause even more severe time nuisances. Some “locker-room” advice I have heard being passed around is Limit Your Morning Coffee Intake and Jam Yourself Up With Pepto. Take these tidbits for what they are…and good luck.

4: The Spouse Situation. My best advice to you is stay single! Short of this…do your best to marry rich. Ha. Ha. Ha. Okay…we have that out of our system, moving forward. Assuming you have already upset all your best fishing buddies and gone and done the unthinkable…let’s make this all work out. The best and fastest way to get permission to spend time away from the house and family is to get on your spouses’ good side. Do favors without being asked (nagged) and go out of your way to make their day easier. This will usually make them more receptive to your follies. Also, regardless of how the fishing trip turned out, always come home in a good mood. Up until now I have been writing under the assumption you have not married a fellow fly fisher. That, of course, is the ideal situation. If you can find someone who really digs you and wants to spend every day off on the water…well you obviously have it all figured out, don’t you? But it doesn’t have to be that perfect to be that perfect. If your “significant other” has a reason to join you a field and you make them feel unobtrusive in doing so, you will end up having a much happier relationship and spending a good deal more time fishing. I have a friend whose wife got into nature photography. He goes fishing a lot now. He is happy. And he always has great photos of himself with fish!

3: Be Brave, You Sally. When you boil it down there are really only two types of fishermen: those who own fingerless gloves and headlamps, and those who don’t. Yes, I do mean there are hard-core fly fishermen and there are fair-weather fly fishermen. If you are serious about getting more time on the water you will consider the merits of going out at night and during the winter months. Fly fishing at night presents its own set of challenges. The biggest hurdles to overcome 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. The best practice is to stand out in an open yard blindfolded and flail about. The upside is it will make you a much stronger caster. You will be forced to cast correctly; by feeling the rod load and knowing when to bring the back cast forward and when to release the line to shoot it ahead on your final forward stroke. Winter fly fishing is an entirely new bag of awful and in many cases—because of location—the average fisherman is spared the opportunity to subject themselves to the full brunt of awful. But, if you live within a days drive of a tailwater (created by a bottom-release dam) that offers year-round trout fishing…well, get yourself a pair of good gloves.

2: Become a Homer. Fish local. Easy as that. Too many fishermen have the idea lodged in their heads that they are not fly fishing unless there is at least a two hour drive involved. I guess it is the notion that fly fishing is done only in remote, or scenic, or somehow exotic places. Many times a guy wakes up next to an amazing little trout stream or bass pond, packs up all his gear and heads to a larger, more famous (and way more crowded) river—driving over a half dozen pristine, un-touched creeks—to have a mediocre day on the water and a long drive back home. The biggest problem with this scenario (even if the fishing had been great) is that it involved the entire day. If this is what every day on the water entails, then you are loosing out on all those half-day trips and after-work special places. You will most likely have to check your ego and settle for smaller water and smaller fish, but you will often find your favorite new place. And that is another thing…if you want to improve your fishing and increase your time out, you really ought to diversify. Chase whatever fish species you have available to you. You will be amazed by how a new twist in your long-practiced sport will infuse new excitement and enthusiasm. Be open to bass…and even carp. Don’t snicker. Carp are arguably the most challenging and addictive freshwater fish, not to mention most numerous and available. A fly fisherman with healthy species diversity can let the time of year, time of day or the weather direct the days’ fishing to improve the odds of success. If the weatherman is calling for an overcast, dreary day…head to a trout stream! If it promises to be a bright, bluebird day with no wind…stake out the nearest mud flat—you can sight cast to 10-pound cruising carp while pretending they are bonefish and that you are in the Bahamas, not a reservoir in Longmont. Or, maybe it is the end of a long, blistering summer day and you finally have a couple hours free from yard work. Bet the bass are hittin’!

1: Be Better Prepared. Always expect to have a chance to fish…and you will. Carry your rod and gear with you to work, on business trips and vacations. You never know. You can even plan your family vacations strategically. Hey, who knew our hotel was going to be right next to a trout stream? And hey, ho…I packed my rod! There are other, less conniving ways to be prepared. Dress more appropriately when heading to the river. Just because there is no wind and rain being called for doesn’t mean the weatherman don’t lie. It can shorten your day and cut into your fishing time…unless you’re prepared. Also, pack a lunch. This saves you some money for gas and flies, as well as coveted fishing time. You will always fish better and more effectively when you have energy. With a lunch in a bag up at the truck you can stop as soon as you start feeling weak from low blood sugar and get your grub on. And be back at it soon as you see the next trout rise! Unarguably, the best way to increase your time on the water is to live longer. So, prepare for the long run. Prepare to be healthy enough to fish hard when you retire. Do whatever it takes…get better sleep, quit smoking, exercise and eat better. The immediate upside to a healthier lifestyle is increased energy and ambition. Just don’t let this new-found enthusiasm get you killed during high water.

(Look for more stories like this in Jay's book The Top Ten Guide to Fly Fishing, Lyons Press. Click Here to Order a Copy!)

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Tip of the Week

If your glasses are back at the truck and some stranger approaches on the river and grunts obscenities at you...think long and hard before engaging the fellow in a fist fight.

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Tip of the Week

A knowledgeable angler will be sure his trout is balanced properly before heading to the river.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Shit Fly Fishermen Say

Tip of the Week

Try to maintain when you catch a nice crappie...try to maintain.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Tip of the Week

Never leave the river if the fish are biting...

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Friday, January 13, 2012

Favorite Fly Shop Questions of 2011

Yes...I am still collecting them!


#5   "Do you guys sell any grasshopper emerger flies?"

#4  "Why do you guys sell a snowshoe rabbits foot...for good luck?"

#3   "I'm fixing my septic system. Do you guys rent waders?"

#2  "This yellow humpy fly...is it a caddis with its wings up ready to take off?"

#1  "Do you think he smells my kitty cat?" --said by very large, sweaty woman failing to fend off an English Setter in...let's say, a very aggressive point!


Best of: 2010
Best of: 2009

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Tip of the week

The difference between a good ending to a night of hillbilly bobsledding...and a bad one is, as it turns out, exactly two and a half feet.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Tip of the Week


Staging a horrific fall and faking one’s own death on a fishing trip, you know, as a lighthearted holiday prank…is apparently frowned upon in most camps.

Monday, October 31, 2011

Punching Samantha

Sometimes, when I am frustrated and am having a bad day, I will punch Samantha right in the eye. Not technically, but in some un-written guy code she belongs to a good friend of mine…but he is usually off running a Mexican roofing crew up in Cheyenne or somewhere. He leaves her alone and unattended. So, I slip in on a week day and look for her out back behind all the apartment buildings…minding her own business somewhere along the bike path. I already have my carp rod strung up and riding in the bed of my pickup truck—so I jump out and sneak up without her knowing. She is small. Petite, I like to think. And the carp that live in her water are numerous, but small in frame as well. But I am there because I have been shot down at other, larger and more challenging lakes. I am at Samantha’s Pond to somehow make myself feel better about myself in some weird, dirty-trailer court-domestic violence sort of way. So I sneak in while my buddy Patrick is away at work and I punch her in the eye! Then I cackle and punch her in the eye again! The small carp there are so gullible and they will eat a fly almost every time. It just ain’t fair. So I catch a few, reel in and do my best to apologize. It’s been a long day. You know I don’t mean it. Really…I love you. Now go wash up and put some ice on that eye…

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Visa State of Mind (Or: The Grand Journey of My Fishing Licence)

So, yeah...I dropped my wallet into a river awhile back. I had it tucked into my fishing pack next to my camera—in a little padded, waterproof compartment. As we were de-wadering and loading up at the end of the day I realize I had no billfold. Not too big of a deal...'cause I have a terrible short-term memory and I misplace important items daily. Probably just forgot it at the house. Right? But no such luck. And I had no idea where to start looking. So, I did all the responsible things one must do when misfortune such as this befalls. Cancel the credit card, buy a replacement fishing license and take a weekday off work to spend at the DMV to get a new "convict/pedophile” photo taken and a new driver license sent out to me. Done. Survived.

I printed myself a new fishing license on day one. Simple, I spend most days in a fly shop that sells them anyway. Day five I had off so I went in and sat on the Group W Bench alongside all the mother rapers and father stabbers (and father rapers, too). Day ten I receive my brand new license in the mailbox—sweet—even though the new photo is straight out of the D.O.C., minus the orange jump suit. Then, day twenty after the billfold went missing, I receive a funny letter from Lois Ott at the Nederland Police Department. The letter contains my old fishing license and my old driver license…as well as a little blue post-it note wishing me a great day! Apparently James Stevens—a Ned resident (and fisherman)—had attempted to send me these missing items, but had sent them to my old address which appears on my licenses. Included in the original envelope was a note from James: “I found these in the N. ST. Vrain in Rocky Mountain Nat. Park. Hope you are OK.”

Now, let me recap. My billfold fell out of my pack and into the stream where it drifted for days, eventually empting its’ contents to include my licenses. Then they are discovered by another fisherman who takes the time to mail them to me, but they come back to him Return to Sender. (You know how long that turn-around time usually is!) So eventually this Good Samaritan decides to drop his returned letter off at his local police department. Then the days of investigative work began…and they track me down! And send me my licenses with a nice post-it note! Wow!

Now to the point of this drawn-out story. It has been a month now since I lost my stuff. All the above drama has unfolded. AND I STILL HAVE NOT RECEIVED MY VISA CREDIT CARD REPLACEMENT! Yo Visa. Pull your heads out, will ya? WTF? (yes, Miss Sue…the F is for fiddlesticks!) I mean, thanks for the month-long forced savings plan, but seriously…

Sunday, July 31, 2011

The Great Tuber Hatch

The tuber (Sloppyahoo coloridae) is one of the largest and most prolific aquatic insect emergences here on the front range and elsewhere in Colorado. The season "of the tuber" usually begins in July (great 4th of July hatch...reminiscent of the Mother's Day caddis on the Arkansas!) and lasts well through the end of August. The hatch often tapers down to almost nothing once CU resumes classes...I have yet to make the connection. The best days to catch the tuber hatch is on the hottest, sunniest days. This happens to be the polar opposite of the Blue Winged Olive mayfly hatch, that prefers overcast, rainy days. Mid day and early afternoon are the best times to find tubers on the water.

Tubers share a similar life cycle to that of caddisflies. They both undergo complete metamorphosis, passing through four stages--egg head, larva (well through their early twenties) pupa and adult. Although, some species are known to exist in nymph form. Like mayflies, these tuber nymphs vary...some are climbers (strong legs and chalky fingers), some are clingers (very annoying) and others are public urinators. These last ones are easy to identify.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Three Main Reasons Summer Sucks


I had an old native man in Ontario tell me the best way to keep mosquitoes away was drinking an entire bottle of whisky. He was tough and weathered and his face looked like a leather first-baseman's mitt that had been left outside all spring and summer. The old timer seemed serious. And that particular summer in Canada was wet...and even the 100% deet was only working for an hour or so. I really thought hard about joining him with my own bottle of brown water. The bugs were bad that year. I remember one of them getting its leg caught in the leader knot I was tying. I did enjoy that.


The ponds are warmed up and the bass are eager to hammer topwater flies...but every cast gets fouled up with a seemingly endless supply of cottonwood seeds. And they stick like fibered paste. If you ever see a warm-water fly fisherman with an insane glaze over his open eyes...it ain't 'cause the fishing was particularly good. It is because of cotton clumps. Be carefully. No sudden movements around this guy. He might try to bite you or take a swing.


I like to wet wade. If you also like to wet wade, especially when the water starts to warm up...be prepared to have your blood sucked. But there are some tricks I have learned over the years when dealing with leeches. Wear waders. Or buy a big box of knee-high women's nylon stockings, once on spray them with insect repellent. The nylon material makes it more difficult for them to attach and it retains the repellent underwater longer. Oh, and they make your legs look just fabulous.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

What WON'T eat a crayfish?

I can not think of a single freshwater game fish that won't eat a crayfish. The biggest brown trout in Boulder Creek, both large and small mouth bass, northern pike, wiper and carp. Often an injured, or startled crayfish is the biggest and easiest meal a fish can get. Two great fly patterns are Dave Whitlock's "Near Nuff" and Patrick Knackendoffel's "Mud Slider".

Both of these flies are tied heavy and with weight properly adjusted to keep the hook point riding up. This allows the fly to be fished slow and on the bottom without snagging easily.