Come out and support the Titan Fly Fishers and watch some freakishly inspiring films! The Titans event will also be featuring some of the Midwest’s top guides and fly tyers tying up some of their favorite local patterns for catching Midwestern finned critters. I think this is the least amount you’ll pay to see the [...]
I took the dogs out last night at midnight. It was clear, cold as hell, and I could have sworn someone had installed a light above my garage that was shining on my backyard. Nobody did that. Why the hell would they? It was just the full moon on a cold, clear winter night in [...]
Fly Fishing Education 101: Yeah, I know. Is this really necessary? There is a SHITLOAD of info available in all sorts of media to get yourself educated on this sport/pastime/gay ass artsy activity. What ever you want to call it, it isn’t like its brand spankin’ new and if you’re at a loss to figure [...]
The Junkie By Feelio Babar Friday, 25 September 2009 10:20 An Addiction to Streamer Fishing He has a serious problem, this man. Some would call it a sickness. He’s a junkie of the worst kind and he knows it, lying and cheating to get what he needs, reckless in the pursuit of his [...]
A Case for Going Small or A Pointless, Rambling, Self-Indulgent Diatribe by Tim Hyatt A couple of my Hatchless friends, among others, jokingly (I think) chide me for liking to tie and to use small flies, particularly dries, while fishing. I thought I would take the time to explain why I do so and in [...]
What’s in a name? Those of us who look at our vises as a way to create the new and produce the previously unknown realize (or SHOULD realize) that we will probably never get rich tying flies. Fly tying has, so far, been immune from the patent craze. I’m sure there is someone working at Rapala who has made some serious $$$ because he carved the original Shad-Rap. There may even come a day when some deuche-bag wants us all to send him a nickle every time we tie a fly he invented (good luck there. The check’s in the mail). However, whomever tied the first S.H.F., as it’s affectionately referred to in Hatchless circles, won’t ever see a dime.