Dogs & Pipes

October 29, 2015

There we were. Two teenagers, in the middle of the woods, well below freezing, early in the morning… surrounded by snarling dogs.

I can’t remember exactly where we were, but I do know that it was a medium-sized stream on the west side of the Shenandoah National Park. Alan and I had been canvassing the better part of the park throughout the fall and winter, fishing and doing some research. We both chose our science fair projects on the basis of how we could parlay our energy and efforts into time on the stream. It was a great lesson in false humility and concealing motives from authority figures.

In exchange for some stream monitoring data, we had an all-access parking pass from the US government. We never tested it out in front of the White House or anything exciting like that, but it did let us leave our car in front of locked park gates and other equally clandestine locations. That blessing, as it turned out, directly led to the curse of the two enormous wolf-dogs prowling around our subcompact.
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Finding Fiberglass

October 29, 2015

I’m guilty of judging a book by its cover. Or, more appropriately, a fly rod by its filthy handle and crusty blank.

For nearly ten years, I’ve had a decorative rod holder with a number of rods displayed on it. They’re all hand-me-downs or yard sale, five dollar grabs. After all, as a fly fisherman I had to make my office look appropriately fishy. There are the trout prints, kitschy wet fly and wicker creel knickknacks, and the rod holder. Replete with antique, stream-worn (not be me, mind you) rods, I achieved the illusion of someone who reminisces about the days when pawpaw chased native trout in unmolested streams with the ‘ol pole. That didn’t keep me from using my high-modulus graphite, top-of-the-line rod. Let’s not be silly.

But there is something to be said for fly fishing décor. I’ve stayed in a Vermont B&B where the proprietor must have gone to Orvis, walked to the home section, and said, “I’ll take one of each.” After spending a small fortune on stuffed bear ottomans and trout-etched stone coasters, he made sure that no square foot would give any guest the impression that this room wasn’t all about fly fishing. Of course, I liked it. Of course, my wife was immediately suspicious of why I really brought her on this “vacation.”

Gear Review: the Vest

October 29, 2015

For years, fly fisherman have been trying to find the perfect piece of gear to carry their various and sundry flies and tackle on their fishing expeditions. For a sport so fascinated with gadgets, gizmos, and Gink, the conscientious angler has had to answer the age old question: Should I be comfortable and risk leaving that one, hot fly at home? – or – Will I carry the whole fly shop with me but fish like a burdened pack mule?

Well, ladies and gents, it appears as if the fly fishing industry has heard your question. The answer is simple: vest.

Admittedly, it wasn’t featured in many catalogs or profiled by bloggers attending ICAST/IFTD. But it is going to take the world by storm. In a world of space-age sling packs and artisanal lanyards, the vest will indubitably carve out a niche in the contemporary fly fishing scene.

Most manufactures are making vests this year, andthe majority of them carry features such as:

Lots of pockets