Quiet, like a light snow on a winters day, something we've grown accustom to with a greater degree of frequency this year. Quiet, this blog has been for several weeks again as a result of some obligations. Quiet, keeping some pent up frustrations over this winters grip preventing me from heading out on the water at all. Quiet, diligently going through 200 plus pages of edits with a fine toothed comb to hopefully see a labor of love come to an end in the form of a book.
A welcome mix of bugs....
Exhausted, from late nights, early mornings, countless pots of coffee, learning macro photography, pounding snowstorms, arctic temperatures, and lack of fishing as a result of all of the above.
Micro Stones in numbers...
Optimistic, that soon the thermometer will rise, the snow will melt and the rivers will swell. Optimistic, that the spring will come soon, everything will re-acclimate, and my off days will coincide with some great fishing opportunities. Optimistic, that this year I will have replenished my own fly stocks instead of everyone else first. Optimistic, at least one of my new ideas proves to be another viable option on the water. Optimistic, that my two girls now 5 & 7, catch their first fish on a fly this year even if it's not a trout.
Woven Mayflies for warmer days.
There, I got a few things off my chest that have been bugging me this winter. Although that really didn't solve much, I do feel better. I am fairly certain a few of those gripes have hit home for many of you, so I figured why not commiserate a little together. Now that we've got that behind us, pour another cup of jo and motor on, it's the last week of February and things will get brighter soon.
Well, the big game has come and gone and kinda like Deja Vu here I sit on another cold Monday in winter watching the snow fly outside. As luck would have it, the Patriots came up on the right side of the finish line and Tom Brady and team brought the Lombardi Trophy back to New England. My nerves are still shot after watching that game last night; instant classic in all estimations. Can't argue what that guy has done in his career, and this last one solidifies it all in my book; maybe he will finally get the accolades he desperately deserves. Now back to reality; blizzard like conditions are here again for the second time in a week; any thought of fishing this winter is a total pipe dream. The local tail-water is pretty locked up in all the popular spots, never mind the fact that the temperatures have been nothing short of Arctic. Heck, I read somewhere that Siberia had record highs this year, maybe climate change has pushed it's icebox weather our way? Maybe I'm getting soft as I get older, but fishing in the winter is less and less desirable.
I made the weekly grocery store pilgrimage yesterday morning. My thoughts were to get there early unlike last weeks pre-blizzard headache in hopes of dealing with less people; get in and get out like a burglar in the night. Fat chance, the grocery store never lets me down with comic relief and head shaking antics no matter what time I go and the full parking lot at 8:00 AM made me slump in the drivers seat. This weeks theme was the post cross-fit workout dressed soccer mom who just can't seem to put the smart phone down while she shops. Hey, you know the one right? On the phone the entirety of her shopping experience, rudely talking out loud with whomever is on the other end so everyone can hear just how important she is. Or once off the phone, decides to text or diddle with that mini computer every other waking second, stopping mid aisle so that nobody else can get done what they went to the supermarket for in the first place. Total genius, I salute you maam, leave your drama dictation device in the car. I felt like I was in an episode of Real Housewives of Orange County; everyone around me had the same look of disgust watching this unfold in the store, sucks when you are on the same time hack as these types cuz you just can't escape until you are at the checkout line. Every aisle I perused I was met with this fruitcake. So, in honor of my favorite knucklehead at the supermarket, I took all photos with my Iphone, although you don't know it, you've inspired me.
Enough of my belly aching, let me get back on track here as I sip my coffee. I finished up the last of three tying classes this Saturday at Upcountry Services. I will say that the class was another great day with a good group. We finished the day with a half dozen single hook streamers that all turned out very well. I want to thank everyone this winter who signed up for all of the classes, you were all great students and it was my pleasure working with each and every one of you.
Next on the agenda is getting all of my own fly stocks up to speed for the season. I have many holes to fill before the season kicks in, not to mention the streamer orders I have begun to accumulate. I have been chipping away a little each day, and hopefully by the time all this white stuff melts, I will have everything in check. This has also given me the opportunity to brainstorm some new class ideas for the upcoming year, as well as play around with some new materials that I have not had the opportunity to tinker with.
Torrey and I have already began to discuss some worthwhile topics and I think both fishing technique and tying alike, I will have some great new ideas for later this year. On another note, expect to see an announcement on the site very soon in regards to my streamer fishing class. Many of you have expressed interest in this class, and we are ironing out a date as I write this. I will fill you all in and update the classes page as soon as I get word on the date.
Well, I'm going to get back to dreaming about warmer weather and rising fish, it's all I can do besides tying some flies as the snow continues to accumulate outside. See you all next month at the Bears Den, probably the best fly-fishing show in the northeast in my opinion. Oh, and I may even have a new tying video very soon, check back often.