Good looking bit of paint on canvas. $200 bones gets you as many bones as you can count in this painting. You might have to look closely to see them, which is kind of how that works anyway. The artist is Peter Corbin. Great looking canvas.
Good looking bit of paint on canvas. $200 bones gets you as many bones as you can count in this painting. You might have to look closely to see them, which is kind of how that works anyway. The artist is Peter Corbin. Great looking canvas.
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Hours may pass without notice. When you see a fish, (somehow your brain indicates immediately that the shape and shadow that looks identical to the hundred other similarly shaped shadows around you is not a bottom feature, it is alive.) your body reacts.
via This River is Wild.: Turn on, tune in, hook up..
It isn’t a big place… but at $160K, it probably shouldn’t be.
It sounds a bit tempting, really.
Just say’n.
Um… wait… hold it… I’ll think of a reason…
I was reading something that talked about how great it would be if you could make your job like your hobby. Imagine if you could talk about it with as much passion… if you could look forward to it as much as that hobby. It would be a good trick, wouldn’t it?
I’m trying to look at this new job in that light. It is interesting work. The startup culture allows you to help really build something. Your input can actually make it into the final product.
It isn’t the same as bonefishing… but think about how far you could go if you fixed that same steely gaze on Alpha Launches, demo videos and content for the website.
Eye on the prize.
Awesome shot, Rich… just awesome.
The clarity is exceptional and you could probably try to set this shot up a 1000 times and not get it again.
via Slipstreamangling :: Extraordinary Waters Worldwide.
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I manage to hook my thumb first thing. A few practice casts, lots of opportunities, lots of failed casts to get to the fish, loads of flailing. “Cast now! Tip down! Strip, strip, strip!!!” again and again and again. Man, Charlie has loads of patience. I’m casting at fish I can’t see, I’m casting half the distance where the fish supposedly is, the wind is totally screwing any chance I have of getting the fly close to the fish. “Strip, strip, strip!!” “Little guy on!!” I’m not skunked, I couldn’t be happier. Got the little guy in the boat, and fumbled around in an attempt for the picture of possibly my only fish.
via Bonefishing Report from a Rookie | Kellsey Perkins at Andros South.
I am in Vegas today for business. I arrive at 8:30 and leave about 12 hours later.
I should be clear about this… I am not a Vegas lover.
There are lots of reasons to like Vegas for lots and lots of different people. I am not one of those people.
When your perfect places look like this…
Andros.
or this…
McCloud.
well… Vegas doesn’t have much to offer me…
I dislike that the only green is on the golf courses and the fact that there even ARE golf courses in the desert. I dislike those one-star casinos full of blue hairs/no hairs sitting like zombies in front of slot machines… like a voluntary version of the Matrix. I dislike that some folks actually believe the “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” line.
All that said… I almost moved there. It was for a girl. It didn’t work out. That last trip lasted about 12 hours too.
I know my dislike of Vegas puts me out of the mainstream. People who don’t gamble like it for the shows and the shopping and the whores. I don’t really gamble, I don’t shop much and I’m not into whoring… so… what’s left? Buffets?
If I were offered a Month in Vegas or a day in Andros, I’d take the day in Andros… or Belize… or Grand Bahama, or Hawaii or… well… anywhere warm with (natural) palm trees and wagging tails (bonefish tails, that is).
So, I wouldn’t have know this if I hadn’t started a job at a software startup recently, but it turns out game mechanics are all the rage. I don’t mean game mechanics in games, I mean the mechanics of games applied to products or life.
It recently occurred to me that fly fishing has a bunch of very, very compelling game mechanics inherent in it. Let me explain.
A game I’ve played a bit (although not recently) is Fall Out. I was pretty much addicted to Fallout 3. In the game the character starts off with a bat and a BB gun and is shooting things like giant cockroaches. You are pretty weak at that point and this is actually a challenge. As you master each weapon and grow in strength something strange happens. Your opposition gets stronger and stronger. You get bigger guns and the monsters get bigger and bigger. As you get stronger you end up finding more difficult challenges. If you got stronger and more powerful and the opposition stayed weak… well… it wouldn’t be much fun. That the game keeps pace with you is vital to the game continuing to be fun.
You can draw a pretty clear comparison to fly fishing. You start off just hoping not to hook yourself. Then you catch one. Then you catch a few. Then you become the master of your little creek or pond and you try bigger waters. Those bigger waters are tough and you start learning them and once you have mastered them, you start looking to find other species. Maybe you move from trout to bass to stripers and then you go find some bonefish somewhere and then you start thinking about tarpon and once you’ve landed a 100 pounder you start thinking about permit and then you start looking at flat spring creeks or Mongolian taiman or whatever.
There is always some bit of growth to be had, always some challenge that will actually be a challenge for you. You are never done, you are just on a path.
If you rocked your little creek and never ventured beyond it, it would lose its appeal. You’d get tired of it. You’d move on. You’d take up golf.
Right now… I’m kind of stuck on the bonefish part. There’s enough to keep me busy there for a long, long time.