That Friday feeling is great – you wake up in the morning and you just know you only have a few hours to go before you are the longest time period away from being back at work on the Monday – between those two points you must fill in as much time as possible fishing [...]
A day of remembrance on Urban Fly Fisher.
Stephen Robert Irwin (February 22, 1962 – September 4, 2006)
Lets hope the fish don’t keep fighting back!
I was looking over at Tamanawis and noticed he was having a wee birthday. I then decided to have a look at my own stats and noticed that I have just past my own 5th birthday of blogging about fishing.
Way back in the beginning I remember emailing Marshall Cutchin at Midcurrent who was one [...]
Ok OK – I promise this was not a fix – the winner of the Fish Bum Mongolia DVD was in fact my long time fishing buddy (now moved away and riverless) Emanuele. Ironically he did not even send in the photo, his pal from the states took the time to send me these pics [...]
I loathe the saying “tight lines” – I can remember when people started using it (or possibly when I first noticed it) and I try and avoid it as much as possible. To me it just seems twee or maybe just a wee bit cheesy. Somehow it always makes me feel slightly uncomfortable – a [...]
I am writing to complain about the lack of spring time weather we have been experiencing over the last two weeks.
I would have hoped that by now there would be plenty of lambs in the fields, trees starting to bud, the sun on my face and more importantly flies having vigorous sex [...]
I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt I turned up at a favourite spot on a river and there was a tackle shop on the edge of the stream, not a dingy one but one that was full of important looking people in Orvis and Sage shirts – people that looked like [...]
…another winter nearly over, another half dozen balloon caddis tied, another weekend earning brownie points by not going fishing, another 28 days until the brown trout season starts, another blank fly fishing for Pike last weekend (reckon its too cold), another dozen comparaduns tied, another trip into town to gaze at the new camera [...]
Dark miserable January. The days are short and the nights are long. This morning going into work felt like the longest away I will ever be from a nice warm summer day casting a dry fly to a rising trout. Even the Pike are not playing ball at the moment. After doing a lot of [...]