This youngster can cast pretty well..... oh yeah and he catches salmon to boot.
new work
5 weeks ago
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Blogging Slacker
Been slacking hardcore on my various blogs. Reviewed some of my family blog posts and got all nostalgic.
Went fishing on the Guadalupe over the weekend. Got to the river late. Tried the section right below the dam. Too much slack water for trout. Might be good for bass. Headed downstream to Rio Rafts. Still seems to be the best stretch for wade access. I might have to float fish this river one of these days.
It is a fishing fix, but Idaho it aint.
I will try to edit together the 2011 steelhead outing movie sooner or later and get it posted.
Went fishing on the Guadalupe over the weekend. Got to the river late. Tried the section right below the dam. Too much slack water for trout. Might be good for bass. Headed downstream to Rio Rafts. Still seems to be the best stretch for wade access. I might have to float fish this river one of these days.
It is a fishing fix, but Idaho it aint.
I will try to edit together the 2011 steelhead outing movie sooner or later and get it posted.
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Got Snow....?
The snow has started to fall in Idaho. Hopefully our October outing is warmer than this:
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
9.5 hours from where I used to live.
There is a place that holds monster piscivores like this. Quite the drive......... but worth the trip.
Link removed as I was tired of the auto-starting video.
Now get out there ;)
Link removed as I was tired of the auto-starting video.
Now get out there ;)
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Steelhead run to date
So far the run is a bit behind where it was this time last year. Given that the river was higher and colder than normal this year, the run started a bit later than normal but quickly hit the first peak in the graph. I am hoping we see another large spike in numbers and that this year soon looks more like 2009.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Monday, August 1, 2011
MY new addiction..... kind of a cheap substitute for the real thing.
Watching the steelhead swim by:
The fishcam
Watching the steelhead swim by:
The fishcam
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
What not to do
When you go boating do not do the following: (this is not me nor anyone I know, just some random dude on the interwebz)
I lost power with my trolling motor 30 ft away from the spillway and it started sucking me in pretty dam fast so i tried starting my big motor but since it is an old motor it didnt start in time so went down the spillway like a pinball in a pinball machine. one of my friends the one in the black shorts in that pic was able to get up the other side of the mountain and get help the rest of us were helped by search and rescue..... free rock climbing lessons! They dont have a cable accross the spillway or buoys by it or any signs so anyone going to tarryall stay away from that spill way it has a pretty dam strong current from 30-40 feet out in the lake. (Im the one in the white shorts watching my boat get smashed up by a wench)
p.s. we caught 64 stocker size trout that day before all that!
I lost power with my trolling motor 30 ft away from the spillway and it started sucking me in pretty dam fast so i tried starting my big motor but since it is an old motor it didnt start in time so went down the spillway like a pinball in a pinball machine. one of my friends the one in the black shorts in that pic was able to get up the other side of the mountain and get help the rest of us were helped by search and rescue..... free rock climbing lessons! They dont have a cable accross the spillway or buoys by it or any signs so anyone going to tarryall stay away from that spill way it has a pretty dam strong current from 30-40 feet out in the lake. (Im the one in the white shorts watching my boat get smashed up by a wench)
p.s. we caught 64 stocker size trout that day before all that!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
What I am missing
First time in 10 plus years I will miss the Salmon Fly hatch on the South Fork. I usually am on the water a couple of days over the 4th of July Holiday. Though this year, with the water as cold and high as it is, if I flew out in August I might catch the hatch ;)
For those (salmon flies) about to die, I salute you!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Meister Eckhart
'God lies in wait for us with nothing so much as with love. For love resembles the fisherman’s hook. The fisherman cannot get the fish till it is caught on the hook. Once it takes the hook, he is sure of the fish; twist and turn as it may, this way or that, he is assured of his catch. And so I say of love: he who is caught by it has the strongest of bonds, and yet a pleasant burden. He who has taken up this sweet burden fares further and makes more progress than by all the harsh practices any men use. And, too, he can cheerfully bear and endure all that befalls him, whatever God inflicts on him, and can also cheerfully forgive whatever evil is done to him. Nothing brings you closer to God or makes God so much your own as the sweet bond of love. A man who has found this way need seek no other. He who hangs on this hook is caught so fast that foot and hand, mouth, eyes and heart, and all that is man’s, belongs only to God.’
Friday, June 17, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
River of No Return
I took up steelheading 2 years ago, and in the 2 years I have hit most of the runs in this video.
(Well embedding seems to be locked out, but click the video or link and watch it at vimeo)
The stretch they cover in the first day is the same stretches I drifted with my 4 year old son, mom and dad last year. We did pretty well.
As an aside, I used to work in the same building with Lee Davison when I was at the INL, and we lived not too far from where he is located. He is one of the best spey casting instructors available. See his site at http://www.snakeriveroutfitters.com .
SPOOLEDTV - "River of No Return" from BCXHD Productions Ltd. on Vimeo.
(Well embedding seems to be locked out, but click the video or link and watch it at vimeo)
The stretch they cover in the first day is the same stretches I drifted with my 4 year old son, mom and dad last year. We did pretty well.
As an aside, I used to work in the same building with Lee Davison when I was at the INL, and we lived not too far from where he is located. He is one of the best spey casting instructors available. See his site at http://www.snakeriveroutfitters.com .
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Looking for a good time?
Any NW area river rat should consider the upper Salmon river: shotgun falls, sunbeam dam, and piece of cake run. The river is currently at 4200 cfs and climbing, making a serious, solid class IV run with some big waves. This river is cold so make sure to take a wetsuit!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Paradise Lost
Check out the Utah access history article in the latest issue of This is Fly (page 66)
With props to Lonnie, Corey K, and Bryan G!
With props to Lonnie, Corey K, and Bryan G!
Saturday, May 28, 2011
So do videos like this?
Help or make the symptoms worse when you are a steelhead junkie stuck in Texas?
Salmon Raw from Kåre Lundquist on Vimeo.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Ten & Two
New Ten & Two issue is now available.
After my brother and I became good fishermen, we realized that our father was not a great fly caster, but he was accurate and stylish and wore a glove on his casting hand. As he buttoned his glove in preparation to giving us a lesson, he would say, "It is an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."
As a Scot and a Presbyterian, my father believed that man by nature was a mess and had fallen from an original state of grace. Somehow, I early developed the notion that he had done this by falling from a tree. As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful."
After he buttoned his glove, he would hold his rod straight out in front of him, where it trembled with the beating of his heart. Although it was eight and a half feet long, it weighed only four and a half ounces. It was made of split bamboo cane from the far-off Bay of Tonkin. It was wrapped with red and blue silk thread, and the wrappings were carefully spaced to make the delicate rod powerful but not so stiff it could not tremble.
Always it was to be called a rod. If someone called it a pole, my father looked at him as a sergeant in the United States Marines would look at a recruit who had just called a rifle a gun.
My brother and I would have preferred to start learning how to fish by going out and catching a few, omitting entirely anything difficult or technical in the way of preparation that would take away from the fun. But it wasn't by way of fun that we were introduced to our father's art. If our father had had his say, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him. So you too will have to approach the art Marine and Presbyterian-style, and, if you have never picked up a fly rod before, you will soon find it factually and theologically true that man by nature is a damn mess. The four-and-a-half-ounce thing in silk wrappings that trembles with the underskin motions of the flesh becomes a stick without brains, refusing anything simple that is wanted of it. All that a rod has to do is lift the line, the leader, and the fly off the water, give them a good toss over the head, and then shoot them forward so they will land in the water without a splash in the following order: fly, transparent leader, and then the line—otherwise the fish will see the fly is a fake and be gone. Of course, there are special casts that anyone could predict would be difficult, and they require artistry—casts where the line can't go over the fisherman's head because cliffs or trees are immediately behind, sideways casts to get the fly under overhanging willows, and so on. But what's remarkable about just a straight cast—just picking up a rod with a line on it and tossing the line across the river?
Well, until man is redeemed he will always take a fly rod too far back, just as natural man always overswings with an ax or golf club and loses all his power somewhere in the air: only with a rod it's worse, because the fly often comes so far back it gets caught behind in a bush or rock. When my father said it was an art that ended at two o'clock, he often added, "closer to ten than to two," meaning that the rod should be taken back only slightly farther than overhead (straight overhead being twelve o'clock).
Then, since it is natural for man to try to attain power without recovering grace, he whips the line back and forth making it whistle each way, and sometimes even snapping off the fly from the leader, but the power that was going to transport the little fly across the river somehow gets diverted into building a bird's nest of line, leader, and fly that falls out of the air into the water about ten feet in front of the fisherman. If, though, he pictures the round trip of the line, transparent leader, and fly from the time they leave the water until their return, they are easier to cast. They naturally come off the water heavy line first and in front, and light transparent leader and fly trailing behind. But, as they pass overhead, they have to have a little beat of time so the light, transparent leader and fly can catch up to the heavy line now starting forward and again fall behind it; otherwise, the line starting on its return trip will collide with the leader and fly still on their way up, and the mess will be the bird's nest that splashes into the water ten feet in front of the fisherman.
Almost the moment, however, that the forward order of line, leader, and fly is reestablished, it has to be reversed, because the fly and transparent leader must be ahead of the heavy line when they settle on the water. If what the fish sees is highly visible line, what the fisherman will see are departing black darts, and he might as well start for the next hole. High overhead, then, on the forward cast (at about ten o'clock) the fisherman checks again.
The four-count rhythm, of course, is functional. The one count takes the line, leader, and fly off the water; the two count tosses them seemingly straight into the sky; the three count was my father's way of saying that at the top the leader and fly have to be given a little beat of time to get behind the line as it is starting forward; the four count means put on the power and throw the line into the rod until you reach ten o'clock—then check-cast, let the fly and leader get ahead of the line, and coast to a soft and perfect landing. Power comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on. "Remember," as my father kept saying, "it is an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
~Norman Maclean
After my brother and I became good fishermen, we realized that our father was not a great fly caster, but he was accurate and stylish and wore a glove on his casting hand. As he buttoned his glove in preparation to giving us a lesson, he would say, "It is an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."
As a Scot and a Presbyterian, my father believed that man by nature was a mess and had fallen from an original state of grace. Somehow, I early developed the notion that he had done this by falling from a tree. As for my father, I never knew whether he believed God was a mathematician but he certainly believed God could count and that only by picking up God's rhythms were we able to regain power and beauty. Unlike many Presbyterians, he often used the word "beautiful."
After he buttoned his glove, he would hold his rod straight out in front of him, where it trembled with the beating of his heart. Although it was eight and a half feet long, it weighed only four and a half ounces. It was made of split bamboo cane from the far-off Bay of Tonkin. It was wrapped with red and blue silk thread, and the wrappings were carefully spaced to make the delicate rod powerful but not so stiff it could not tremble.
Always it was to be called a rod. If someone called it a pole, my father looked at him as a sergeant in the United States Marines would look at a recruit who had just called a rifle a gun.
My brother and I would have preferred to start learning how to fish by going out and catching a few, omitting entirely anything difficult or technical in the way of preparation that would take away from the fun. But it wasn't by way of fun that we were introduced to our father's art. If our father had had his say, nobody who did not know how to fish would be allowed to disgrace a fish by catching him. So you too will have to approach the art Marine and Presbyterian-style, and, if you have never picked up a fly rod before, you will soon find it factually and theologically true that man by nature is a damn mess. The four-and-a-half-ounce thing in silk wrappings that trembles with the underskin motions of the flesh becomes a stick without brains, refusing anything simple that is wanted of it. All that a rod has to do is lift the line, the leader, and the fly off the water, give them a good toss over the head, and then shoot them forward so they will land in the water without a splash in the following order: fly, transparent leader, and then the line—otherwise the fish will see the fly is a fake and be gone. Of course, there are special casts that anyone could predict would be difficult, and they require artistry—casts where the line can't go over the fisherman's head because cliffs or trees are immediately behind, sideways casts to get the fly under overhanging willows, and so on. But what's remarkable about just a straight cast—just picking up a rod with a line on it and tossing the line across the river?
Well, until man is redeemed he will always take a fly rod too far back, just as natural man always overswings with an ax or golf club and loses all his power somewhere in the air: only with a rod it's worse, because the fly often comes so far back it gets caught behind in a bush or rock. When my father said it was an art that ended at two o'clock, he often added, "closer to ten than to two," meaning that the rod should be taken back only slightly farther than overhead (straight overhead being twelve o'clock).
Then, since it is natural for man to try to attain power without recovering grace, he whips the line back and forth making it whistle each way, and sometimes even snapping off the fly from the leader, but the power that was going to transport the little fly across the river somehow gets diverted into building a bird's nest of line, leader, and fly that falls out of the air into the water about ten feet in front of the fisherman. If, though, he pictures the round trip of the line, transparent leader, and fly from the time they leave the water until their return, they are easier to cast. They naturally come off the water heavy line first and in front, and light transparent leader and fly trailing behind. But, as they pass overhead, they have to have a little beat of time so the light, transparent leader and fly can catch up to the heavy line now starting forward and again fall behind it; otherwise, the line starting on its return trip will collide with the leader and fly still on their way up, and the mess will be the bird's nest that splashes into the water ten feet in front of the fisherman.
Almost the moment, however, that the forward order of line, leader, and fly is reestablished, it has to be reversed, because the fly and transparent leader must be ahead of the heavy line when they settle on the water. If what the fish sees is highly visible line, what the fisherman will see are departing black darts, and he might as well start for the next hole. High overhead, then, on the forward cast (at about ten o'clock) the fisherman checks again.
The four-count rhythm, of course, is functional. The one count takes the line, leader, and fly off the water; the two count tosses them seemingly straight into the sky; the three count was my father's way of saying that at the top the leader and fly have to be given a little beat of time to get behind the line as it is starting forward; the four count means put on the power and throw the line into the rod until you reach ten o'clock—then check-cast, let the fly and leader get ahead of the line, and coast to a soft and perfect landing. Power comes not from power everywhere, but from knowing where to put it on. "Remember," as my father kept saying, "it is an art that is performed on a four-count rhythm between ten and two o'clock."
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things—trout as well as eternal salvation—come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
~Norman Maclean
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Dam Nation
Salmon running the gauntlet.
See the video.
Despite all this chinook returns this spring look promising.
See the video.
Despite all this chinook returns this spring look promising.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Sexy? ...... Sizzling!
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| From The Cutthroat's Spot |
This is the new RED Trout series Reel from Allen Fly Fishing.
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| From The Cutthroat's Spot |
You know you want it............ go get one ;)
Friday, April 1, 2011
By way of announcement..........
3 things hit my inbox today:
1> A new issue of Catch Magazine is available.
2> A new issue of This is Fly is available.
3> And to me the most important news: Justin at Allen and Co. is having a sale on his existing inventory of lines. $9.00 ea on his non olive green lines, but his inventory is going fast!
1> A new issue of Catch Magazine is available.
2> A new issue of This is Fly is available.
3> And to me the most important news: Justin at Allen and Co. is having a sale on his existing inventory of lines. $9.00 ea on his non olive green lines, but his inventory is going fast!
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Think....?
Think I can convince Ivana to relocate to BC?
Probably not..........
A Steelhead Family - Official HD video 3.1 from Andrew Hardingham on Vimeo.
Probably not..........
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Evaluating what matters
I read an intriguing thought on the blog of self professed rod maker's widow Shannen Oyster:
Life’s “learning curve” that taught us to learn to make a living at what we love instead of learning to tolerate whatever activity makes a living.
And though I for the most part enjoy how I make a living I oft times am tempted to figure out a way to make a living in the "industry".
Always a good idea to routinely perform some introspection.
Life’s “learning curve” that taught us to learn to make a living at what we love instead of learning to tolerate whatever activity makes a living.
And though I for the most part enjoy how I make a living I oft times am tempted to figure out a way to make a living in the "industry".
Always a good idea to routinely perform some introspection.
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