Saturday, June 13, 2009
The anglersflybox.com site will be expanding soon, I have been working hard at deciding what additional flies I should offer. Its funny, when I am tying flies for my self I normally stick with about 8-10 patterns, and with those patterns I can depending on hook size, be prepared for the rivers and streams I fish. But when it comes to deciding what flies to offer customers across the country, then it gets almost overwhelming. I get e mails from all over with people looking for all kinds of flies.Flies that I normally would not think about tying, and fishing with myself. So I will be adding about 24 more fly patterns to the selection in the coming weeks. I just hope I will still have time to fish myself....Just kidding.But years ago a good friend who owned a very successful fly& ski shop warned me not to get into the business unless I was willing to give up a lot of time on the water. He may have been right.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
After eating dinner the other night, my wife and I took a ride by the local trout stream, now we were just going for a ride so I did not have my fly rod with me. I should be smarter than that. Any ways it was a nice warm evening and I knew that there would be at least a few spinners dropping but when we drove over the bridge the windshield was instantly smeared with may flys. Damn!!!... So I parked the truck and watched in envy as several anglers picked away at the trout sipping the spent spinners of the surface.That was a few nights ago.
Well today was my day off and I had an offer to join several other guys fishing the Delaware this weekend, normally I would jump at the chance to fish the west branch, but I could not get my lazy arse out of bed till almost 7am, to late to really make the run down for just the day, so I hit a nearby wild trout stream instead. I did ok, landing several nice trout,but I noticed something disturbing. Every spot I fished there were foot prints from other fisherman,not good, In the past I have gone entire seasons in some of these sections and never seen another angler, now it almost looked like the trails along the salmon river. Like another Blog I follow said "never ever , ever talk about the fight club", well some one apparently has. Seeing signs of that much pressure on that particular stream kinda of ruined the trip.
So after I got home and ate dinner I decided to go back out fishing, this time heading to a more well known stream, the same stream I witnessed the spinner fall several nights earlier. Conditions were very similar to the other night, very warm and calm, just about ideal for some great dry fly fishing. The only thing lacking was the flies, and the fish. No mayfly's, no rising fish. I guess that's why its called fishing.