I will be teaching a streamer class again this year at Freestone Flyshop in Hamilton, Montana on Saturday, February 7. The class begins around 9:00am. I will be tying some of my favorite proven patterns and then sharing all that I know about catching large predatory trout on streamers.
You can sign up for the class on Facebook or by contacting the shop. Phone: 363-9099 or email Jeff at jeff@freestoneflyshop.com to register. While you're at it, check out the shop website at freestoneflyshop.com. Space is limited so sign up soon!
Hope to see a few folks there.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Catching Fish on Our Terms
I was casually checking the Headhunter Fly Shop blog
| Do You Like Sneaky Stuff? |
| Throwing the Big Bugs? |
| The Big Nasty Stuff? |
Thinking back to steelhead again. Why swing? There's a lot of reasons out there to justify it. Purists might argue that a floating line and wet fly combination is the only method fitting of such an amazing creature. Plain and simply though, it comes from a mindset that you're going to catch that fish the way you want to catch it. Most hardcore steelheaders that only swing, I believe, would agree with the notion that when you catch a fish it's because you deserved it, you worked hard for it, you earned it. For some, that one fish and the consequential feeling of achievement and satisfaction it brings, means more than anything, more than twenty gear or nymph caught fish. I get it.
| The Junk? |
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| Do What Makes You Happy. Get out and Fish. |
And if you really just like to catch a lot of fish,
Feel free to leave comments and tell me how I'm totally wrong about all this.
Monday, June 2, 2014
New Boat Smell
A month or so I sent my old Riken Dodger raft affectionately known as the "Gray Whale" down the road. The "whale" was a good old boat for me and logged literally hundreds of days on the water over the last few years. A lot of good memories were made, and a lot of great fish were caught out of that old raft. For being twenty years old it only ever had one tiny leak, that's right, one.
All things come to an end however and it was the right time to sell her. I'm happy to say that the whale has found a good home and I hope the new owners get as much enjoyment out of that old boat as I did.
On the flip side I recently got a brand new ride, a 13' NRS Otter. Needless to say I am excited to get it out on the water. In the meantime I'm enjoying the new boat smell in my garage, kind of a chemical smell however. I think it's probably killing some of my brain cells... Oh well. I don't need many anyways.
All things come to an end however and it was the right time to sell her. I'm happy to say that the whale has found a good home and I hope the new owners get as much enjoyment out of that old boat as I did.
On the flip side I recently got a brand new ride, a 13' NRS Otter. Needless to say I am excited to get it out on the water. In the meantime I'm enjoying the new boat smell in my garage, kind of a chemical smell however. I think it's probably killing some of my brain cells... Oh well. I don't need many anyways.
| Goodbye Gray Whale |
| The Finished Product |
Sunday, June 1, 2014
I'm Still Here
I am alive.
Blogs tend to go through a hibernation period every once and a while. However just like the grizzly bears here in Montana, after the long slumber I'm once again up and running, and ready to spread more nonsensical misinformation about fly fishing through the intellectual wasteland known as the inter-web.
Just like the proverbial phoenix in Igor Stravinky's Firebird, Bum Trout will too rise from it's own ashes and once again take it's place as one of the mostpreeminent mediocre fly fishing blogs on the planet. Self-aggrandizing aside, it feels good to be back, to have time to be back. Teaching, school, coaching a high school sport, tying flies, and teaching saxophone lessons has left the blog feeling thoroughly neglected. I did however have one or two of you out there ask where the heck I was and when, if ever, I was ever going to post again. To those folks, thank you for caring.
Anyways, two months later here I am. I promise to post some more this summer. Some new stuff is in the works. Promise.
Blogs tend to go through a hibernation period every once and a while. However just like the grizzly bears here in Montana, after the long slumber I'm once again up and running, and ready to spread more nonsensical misinformation about fly fishing through the intellectual wasteland known as the inter-web.
Just like the proverbial phoenix in Igor Stravinky's Firebird, Bum Trout will too rise from it's own ashes and once again take it's place as one of the most
Anyways, two months later here I am. I promise to post some more this summer. Some new stuff is in the works. Promise.
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| Big Bitterroot Brown From a Few Weeks Back |
Monday, March 3, 2014
Small Fish Are Cool Too.
I think a large part of many an angler's life is spent in search of the next "big" thing. The next "big" hatch, secret Shangri-La stretch of water, or next big fish. It's true, fly fishing folk are the kind of people with their heads always in the clouds, daydreaming about that next big steelhead, tarpon, salmon, or kyped out slob of a brown trout.
We regale to each other, stories of that time on River X where we "slayed them," all on dries, and they were all big fish. We are always in search of that next adventure or new piece of water. We make big proclamations every year such as; "I'm definitely going to go to Silver Creek this summer" or "I'm not missing the Salmonfly hatch on the Big Hole this June." Sometimes these prophecies come true, sometimes they don't, but at any rate, we never stop dreaming.
I digress. The point I was out to make when I started writing this was that small fish in small water are cool too. I mean, what if that next "big" thing happens to be that beautiful meadow on a tiny mountain stream a few miles up that bumpy dirt road?
However no matter how many big fish I catch, and all the big rivers I fish, my first love will always be for throwing dry flies on small streams for beautiful, clean, and (mostly) small fish. I can't really even explain why I love this kind of fishing so much. All I know is that by the middle of July, all I want to do on my days off is grab my Tenkara rod, and run up the nearest trail into the mountains. Small mountain stream fishing for me is like coming home, I feel like a kid again, it washes the dust of life away. Plainly and simply, I can never get enough of it.
The small fish that are found in these mountain streams never cease to amaze me. From the fiery red of a pure blooded cutthroat's slash, to the shocking Technicolor shades of a wild brookie, to the leopard spots of a wild rainbow, these fish are simply gorgeous. Pure and wild. Missing are the shredded fins, washed out colors, and beaten down bodies of a hatchery trout, or the ripped lipped, missing mandible, hooked-scarred-been-caught-100-times tailwater fish. These small stream trout are fresh, bright, clean and 100 percent wild. I'd rather catch one of these six inch fish than a 20 inch trout that looks like it's been through World War II any day.
Folks that claim to be above catching small trout are okay with me. Less competition for me, less pressure on the fish I love, I'm cool with that. You can have your drift boats and big rivers when it's one hundred degrees outside at 2pm during those dog days of summer. I'd rather be standing in an icy mountain stream catching six inch cutthroats, alone, unbothered and unencumbered.
If your goal is to have your face up on the Slab of the Month page on Moldy Chum this may not be your kind of fishing. If however you want to be alone and feel like a nine year old all day, this may be your thing. Small fish are cool, and as I would argue, the most amazing of all.
We regale to each other, stories of that time on River X where we "slayed them," all on dries, and they were all big fish. We are always in search of that next adventure or new piece of water. We make big proclamations every year such as; "I'm definitely going to go to Silver Creek this summer" or "I'm not missing the Salmonfly hatch on the Big Hole this June." Sometimes these prophecies come true, sometimes they don't, but at any rate, we never stop dreaming.
I digress. The point I was out to make when I started writing this was that small fish in small water are cool too. I mean, what if that next "big" thing happens to be that beautiful meadow on a tiny mountain stream a few miles up that bumpy dirt road?
Often I find myself plotting on how, when, and where I'm going to catch more and bigger fish. I spend money I don't have on food, gas, licenses, flies, and fixing flat tires in order to get to big famous rivers with their (if you read all those fly fishing magazine articles) supposedly never ending supply of big fish. Don't get me wrong, I love a good adventure, and I REALLY love to catch large trout. Who doesn't after all?
However no matter how many big fish I catch, and all the big rivers I fish, my first love will always be for throwing dry flies on small streams for beautiful, clean, and (mostly) small fish. I can't really even explain why I love this kind of fishing so much. All I know is that by the middle of July, all I want to do on my days off is grab my Tenkara rod, and run up the nearest trail into the mountains. Small mountain stream fishing for me is like coming home, I feel like a kid again, it washes the dust of life away. Plainly and simply, I can never get enough of it.
The small fish that are found in these mountain streams never cease to amaze me. From the fiery red of a pure blooded cutthroat's slash, to the shocking Technicolor shades of a wild brookie, to the leopard spots of a wild rainbow, these fish are simply gorgeous. Pure and wild. Missing are the shredded fins, washed out colors, and beaten down bodies of a hatchery trout, or the ripped lipped, missing mandible, hooked-scarred-been-caught-100-times tailwater fish. These small stream trout are fresh, bright, clean and 100 percent wild. I'd rather catch one of these six inch fish than a 20 inch trout that looks like it's been through World War II any day.
Folks that claim to be above catching small trout are okay with me. Less competition for me, less pressure on the fish I love, I'm cool with that. You can have your drift boats and big rivers when it's one hundred degrees outside at 2pm during those dog days of summer. I'd rather be standing in an icy mountain stream catching six inch cutthroats, alone, unbothered and unencumbered.
If your goal is to have your face up on the Slab of the Month page on Moldy Chum this may not be your kind of fishing. If however you want to be alone and feel like a nine year old all day, this may be your thing. Small fish are cool, and as I would argue, the most amazing of all.
Friday, February 21, 2014
Montana Fly Fishing Magazine - February/March 2014 Edition
The latest issue of the Montana Fly Fishing magazine in now live. I'm proud and happy to say that this month's cover shot happens to be one of mine! You can also read some of my thoughts on nymph fishing in this month's issue. I'd like to once again thank the good folks at Three Forks Publishing for giving me this great opportunity.
My half-baked theories and ramblings aside, there is a bunch of stellar content in this issue featuring: The Bozeman Reel Company, Austin Trayser, Matt Guymon, Korey Kruitbosch, and Taylor Todd to name a few.
Clicking on the link will take you there, and as always, it's free to all. Montana Fly Fishing Magazine
Friday, January 31, 2014
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