Nice bone there!
Good job Glenn.
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Jun 11
Long Island, Little House
It isn’t a big place… but at $160K, it probably shouldn’t be.
Modest... very modest.
It sounds a bit tempting, really.
Just say’n.
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Jun 11
Game Dynamics & Fly Fishing, Part 2
So, I recently did a post about how fly fishing has innate game dynamics and I thought I’d expand on that theme.
One of the most common game dynamics is… (via TechCrunch)
1. Achievement
Definition: A virtual or physical representation of having accomplished something. These are often viewed as rewards in and of themselves.
Example: a badge, a level, a reward, points, really anything defined as a reward can be a reward.
and another is…
31. Pride
Definition: the feeling of ownership and joy at an accomplishment
Example: I have ten badges. I own them. They are mine. There are many like them, but these are mine. Hooray.
Now, we don’t get an actual badge for our milestones, but I’d bet most anglers have a pretty good list of them in their heads.
A first 20 fish day. A 40 fish day. A fish caught on your own fly. A species list. A location list (states or countries). Number of rods. Number of reels. Number of waders you’ve worn through. Our pictures are our badges. The wear and tear on our boots are our badges. The space our rods take up in the garage are badges.
These are our trophies. They clutter up our mental trophy cases and depending on how humble you are, you might dust them off and put them on display… maybe overtly, maybe in more subtle ways.
Someone who has a conversation where they mention… “When I was fishing in Belize…” and then “The thing with Russian Atlantic Salmon…” and then “Of the twelve Able reels I’ve owned, I always felt that the main strength was…” That person is showing off their trophy case, or their foursquare badges.
If it is too explicit we, as anglers, tend to get a little bit upset. I don’t know exactly why. We don’t like braggarts much, while we probably are ourselves braggarts without meaning to be.
It is a driver… it is human nature. If the fly fishing industry had figured this out and really managed to put it implicitly into the sport in a way that wouldn’t make us barf, the industry would probably be in a much stronger position (even if it might have different people in it).
So… those are just some thoughts.
By the way… did I ever tell you about the time I fished in BC and caught an 18 pound buck steelhead on a skating dry fly?
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Jun 11
Flatswalker gets a fly published
Always have to cheer when good things happen to good people. Congrats Davin.
the book is out now and if you’re a bonefisher or plan to become one this is a MUST HAVE for your fly-tying desk. Not only does it contain almost 200 patterns, but it describes how and where to fish them. It also has a TON of info about bonefish habitat, behavior, and food preferences as well as lots of tips and techniques.Hop over to your local fly shop and grab a copy, or hit Amazon… but they only have a few copies left so you’d better hurry.
via Flatswalker: SaltWater Fly Fishing Guide Blog – Flatswalker.
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Jun 11
Happy Father’s Day
I’m lucky. My dad was/is pretty fantastic. When I look back at my childhood, I can only think of one time that I really felt let down by my dad.
I played lots of sports in high school. I hadn’t found fly fishing yet and there wasn’t much else to do in Dunsmuir. I was asked to play tennis by the tennis coach, who noticed I wasn’t playing baseball and I was tall and athletic. I played. I wasn’t good, but I played.
We were at a tournament in the small town of Etna and I was playing men’s doubles. My dad was in the stands (really, it was just one little stand). I was at the net. A ball was coming high, I jumped to try and smash it… my timing was off. The ball left the court… over the fence. It was not my finest moment.
“Home run!” I heard from the stands. It was my dad. I was pissed. I hardly talked to him the whole ride home.
Funny thing… I can now see that I would probably be the dad to say “Home Run!” He was trying to be funny, as I often try to diffuse tense situations with humor.
My dad was there just about every game I ever played. He missed 2 basketball games from the time I was in the 8th grade until my senior year in High School. Home games. Away games, some 3 hours away. He was there. My mom was usually there too, but this is Father’s Day. It is kind of amazing that he went to all those games for all those years.
He also taught me to fish. I had a rod in my hand at age 4 and he got me my first day of fly fishing guiding on the McCloud.
On the fishing trips we’ve had we’ve talked about deep subjects… God, life, love. Good, good times.
My dad has turned into a great grandfather too, which shouldn’t have come as a surprise, but it still amazes me how much he loves his little granddaughter.
So… here’s to Dad. I hope you all either had one just as fantastic, or are working hard to be that kind of dad yourselves… I know I am.
Dad
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Jun 11
A view you don’t get to see
This nugget is from Bonefish Guru, Aaron Adams. Just watch those bones coming along, sticking their nose in the sand… mudding right there for the camera.
There really do seem to be some different sized bonefish in there with the difference between the biggest and smallest being a few pounds.
What a joy just to watch those fish do what they do.
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Jun 11
Bonefishing Report from a Rookie – Deneki Blog
You can always count on the Deneki Blog to deliver the goods.
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.
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Jun 11
Vegas Baby!
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…
Nope... no thank you.
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).
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Jun 11
Nice fish Derek
It wasn’t that long ago that Derek was chasing browns in the E. Walker. Derek and I started to get to know each other through facebook and twitter and I followed him online after one trip to Florida when it became that Derek was not going to stay in Tahoe… he was going to head to Florida and make it all happen. Sometime between Florida and Tahoe Derek and I actually went fishing for Surf Perch. We didn’t do awesome, but it was a first for us. Derek sent me some flies, I’ve sent him some flies. He is a good guy and if I make it to FL next year, I’ll fish with Derek for sure.
Glad to say that he’s done that. He now works at Saltwater Exerience in the Keys and just a couple days ago he ran into a big, big bone. Good on ya Derek.
Nice!
