Tuesday, February 27, 2018
How To Sneak Down a Tree
The Ozernaya
Excellence again from Rolf Nylinder.
Labels:
fly fishing videos,
Kamchatka,
Rolf Nylinder
Sunday, February 25, 2018
"I Don't Know What You're Called, I'll Call You By Your Sounds" by Susan Landers
"Bird With Red Ivy," Koson Ohara
dew grass a fire shine
mountain a lung
pine cone the bone
tsunami rock hawk jaw
gravity a fall all consuming
a song chirp for sunlight
spine daggers cracking
the sky an ocean paused in its crashing
creature shake trip whistle
rustle nut squirrel swish
stump thunder or thump
thump a swallowing
you beautiful urchin
you rot mound of moss.
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Fly Tying Video Library
A Bolt of Wildness: First Trip to Clear Creek
The temperature breaks 75 degrees for the first time this year. Seems like a good day for a Clear Creek scout. There are five cars at the parking area. I figure they're on the bluff trail downstream so I head upstream.
If there are any fish about they might like this bead head bugger as much as I do.
The Log Jam Run gets some attention. The water is still up a bit but going down.
I strike out on the deer trails that parallel the stream. I want to get even farther than the last time I was here in December.
I cross to the left bank as I've done before. This time I discover that the bank soon gives way to a rocky bluff. It finally blocks me and I have to enter the creek and try to wade my way farther upstream.
The water deepens. My feet are already wet from my blown out waders. When the current laps at the leak in the crotch I decide to opt for maintaining some degree of dryness and turn back downstream. Next time I'll stay on the right bank. I want to see what's around that bend up there.
A movement on the bank catches my eye: a mink intent on its business, rolling along with its bobbing gait. It sees me and pops into its den halfway down the bank before I can get a closer shot.
I fish my way downstream past the Gates of Moria and back to the Log Jam Run. So much prime water but no fish to be found.
I give the run a go again then switch to another white bugger with a titanium bead and rake the bottom for as far as I can reach.
I climb the bank and drop the bugger deep into a slowly revolving eddy.
A good scout. One of these days there will be fish again. In the meantime I'll settle for the glimpse of that mink, a bolt of wildness lighting up the day.
Labels:
Clear Creek,
local wildlife,
mink,
woolly bugger
Friday, February 23, 2018
This Is Fly, No. 66
More and More Birds
The birds are becoming more and more active on these grey warmish days as February breathes her last and March, carrying Spring, pushes its way to the fore.
A Mourning Dove couple bonding for the coming nesting season.
A Tufted Titmouse looking like my energetic little brother back in our childhood crewcut days.
The curious Cardinal, the red Joker in the deck.
Labels:
birds,
Cardinal,
local wildlife,
Mourning Dove,
Tufted Titmouse
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Thirty Incher
A thirty inch stick that is.
Trying not to give up on Brookville. I've seen the photos of big fish, but, come to think of it, in the times I've been there I haven't seen a single one of the many fishers catch a single fish.
I'd really like to catch a trout but so far I haven't cracked the code. Next time I think I'll try to get there early in the morning before the lines form. Maybe that will make a difference.
It's All Yours - National Forests
Remember when we could take our public lands for granted? No longer.
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Full Wels
Fish InvasionMonster Catfish Taking Over German Rivers
The enormous wels catfish is rapidly expanding in German waters. The fish can grow up to 10 feet long and weigh over 300 pounds, making recreational fishermen excited about the prospects of catching one. While biologists aren't yet calling the fish pests, they are puzzled by the boom.
Article from Der Spiegel in 2013. Read it HERE.
Jump Violet! Spectacular Stillwater in Northern Patagonia
Great video. It reminds me of hot summer days on my Washington home waters. When nothing else was moving you could count on finding a few fish--often Browns--launching out of the water to pick damsels off the shoreline reeds and bushes. Fishing the damsel hatch was always a lovely way to beat the heat.
Labels:
Brown Trout,
Damselator,
damselflies,
fly fishing videos,
Patagonia
Bird Mysteries
Then this. Taking a quick nap? Pretending like he can see me but I can't see him? Listening to vibrations in the branch? Clowning for the camera? My best guess is stropping his bill, but if so he was only down there long enough to give it one good strop.
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
The Wild Steelheader, February 7, 2018
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Labels:
conservation,
environmental issues,
steelhead,
The Wild Steelheader,
Wild Steelheaders United
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