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Fly Fishing With Fly Fishing Bloggers

by Rebecca on July 17, 2013

in Fly Fishing

Last weekend I had the privilege of fishing with several ladies who are all Fly Fishing Bloggers.

I noticed a theme when looking through the aftermath pictures.

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I think the morale to this story is that if you decide to hang out with Fly Fishing bloggers, be prepared to hold your waterproof camera like a weapon and pull the trigger constantly.

You just never know when you might get the perfect shot and at the end of a weekend, you’ll have all sorts of memories captured.

You’ll even be able to create a little slideshow video like this one.

Yes….Fly Fishing Hell has froze over. I wore pink on a river.

And I loved every minute of it.

Rebecca

Fly Fishing Bloggers:

Aileen and Rachel ~ Fly Fishing Ventures
Emily ~ The River Damsel
Patti- DreamCast Idaho

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Fly Fishing Confessional: Expert Mode

by Rebecca on July 3, 2013

in Fly Fishing

It happens from time to time, a misguided impression of me that makes me all sorts of squirmy and uncomfortable. The heebie jeebies come from conversations that cast me and the words fly fishing expert in the same circle.

(Pause for the Perplexed Effect)

One of these said circle conversations:

Him: “You know, it’s really cool I got to talk to a Fly Fishing Expert.”
Me: “You did? Cool! Who did you talk to?”
Him: “YOU, right now, on the phone.”
Me: “Umm…..no…. seriously, I think you have me confused with something else.”

Here’s the truth, the way I see it. I love to Fly Fish and occasionally I like to write about said activity. I combine the two on a public platform, but that in no way makes me an expert on anything. I just do my thang and happen to share it publicly. Other than this entry that has the word expert in it, I can pretty much guarantee you’ll never hear me claim anything other than — I go Fly Fishing.

How people interpret my activities is pretty much out of my control. I get that. But in honor of transparency,  let me highlight some harsh differences between Expert and my true fly fishing mode of operation.

The Attire ~

Camo fly fishing attire, it might catch on!

Expert: It can be tricky to pinpoint the expert via their Fly Fishing Attire since I do know of some experts that wouldn’t be caught dead in matchy-matchy magazine worthy attire.

However, the expert typically looks the part and you just know it at a mere glance.

Rebecca: Is a Fly Fishing Mutt. I wear whatever, whenever and have not signed allegiance to any one brand. In the fashion world, that means I clash. Furthermore, because I don’t care what I look like, I roll down my waders or try to not to fish with them at. Sometimes I look respectable on the river and sometimes I do not. I’m good with that.

The Gear:

Expert: The Expert knows his gear inside and out and I’d bet my best fly he even cleans his gear religiously. More than likely Z Expert has enough gear to start their own store and can tell you how every single item works, moves, handles and the exact river conditions they are used for. The Expert doesn’t skimp on certain materials for extra snicker bar money and the expert wouldn’t be caught on the riverbanks without every potential fly fishing item in their arsenal.

I do have a decent sticker collection, that should count for something...

I do have a decent sticker collection, that should count for something…

Rebecca: Well I have a few fly rods and I have a few reels, but if you asked me what make, models and series everything is, I’d have to go look at them to make sure I get my specs straight.  Some of my gear was spendy and some of it was dirt cheap.

I usually show up to a river with 1 set up and hope for the best. Fly Fishing on a budget in my early years made me a master at adjusting to my surroundings out of necessity and to be honest, a 5wt has worked just fine for me over the last 15 years, no matter the river size or situation.

Ok…I admit it; I’ve never (ever) cleaned (any) of my gear….

Entomology:

Expert: Not only can they pronounce that word, they are fluent in all things BUG. They can correctly identify every creepy crawler out there, including each separate stage of bug metamorphose. That’s impressive in itself, but add in the fact they can also rattle off the names of 10 flies in their box that would work for the current bug situation and I can only say…I bow to their knowledge.

Rebecca: I’ve successfully proved (to myself) all that ento-jibberish isn’t technically required to catch fish. You may disagree, but I’m here to say, you don’t have to know the lingo to catch the fish. You also don’t have to know the technical names of all the flies in your box. You just have to have one in there that comes close to what the fish are feasting on… Match your I can’t name it fly to the whatever it is bug on the water and it works like a charm.

Bonus: When someone upstream from you yells out, “What are they hitting on?” you can yell back, “I don’t know!” and you aren’t lying. If you feel dodgy about that answer, you can follow up with a well meaning, “I’m catching them all on some sort of brown-ish fly!” (they love that answer)

Fly Tyer:

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My last (and final) try at Fly Tying ~ I call it the “Twisted Sister”

Expert: Of course the expert can whip up any old fly, any old time they run short on the good stuff.

This also means they can correctly identify, by exact name, every fly in their box.

Rebecca: Tried it. Hated it. (I sucked at it) So I’m sticking with my support the local fly tyer motto.

Casting:

Expert: They know the correct elbow, wrist, hip, head and fly rod movement to achieve maximum casting results. They could teach a class and more than likely, they are certified to do so. They can also name every cast in the book, demonstrate it and teach their casting skills to another.

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Getting a Double Haul Schooling: I failed

Rebecca: I am self taught, in every sense of the definition of SELF taught. I didn’t read a book or watch a video to learn the basics or anything fly fishing related for that matter.

I just walked down a river bank, and started snapping my new fly rod around like a bull whip until I could get the fly line where I wanted it to go.

Teaching myself in this manner, without proper instruction/actual casting names/structure/etc… means there are no set mechanics or methods to what I do. It also means my (bad) casting habits are deeply ingrained and impossible to correct (just ask anyone who’s tried to teach me the proper way of casting) so I just do my thing out on the water.

My Thing: I see a fish…I mysteriously cast to it. That’s the extent of my casting repertoire.

It works for me but I can’t teach it to someone else. I’ve tried and it ends up sounding like this: So, you just kinda pull your arm back real fast, wait a second and then fling your arm forward. Then hopefully your line will head in that direction over there. Good luck with that and happy to have helped! 

Clearly the word Expert needs to be assigned to those who are worthy.

Signed,
Just Likes to Fish

PS: the above admissions probably call into question whether or not I actually (ever) catch fish, but yes. Yes I do.

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Fly Breaker

by Rebecca on June 26, 2013

in Fly Fishing

icebreakerFly Breaker.

Now that I have that out of the way.

Fly Fishing Characters: Online to Offline

by Rebecca on December 12, 2012

in Fly Fishing

The end of the year is quickly winding down and my visits to the river have all but ceased.

Every year in December, I soothe my lack of water time with reflections of a year spent living my life as I’ve designed. The experiences I’ve had really come into focus and I start collecting on all my roll over memories until Spring comes.

I’ve stock piled a ton of fly fishing adventures this year that haven’t been documented here on this old blog of mine, but rather than talk fish, what I really feel compelled to write about is the people I had the privilege of Fly Fishing with this year. All of them.

While I wander the online world of blogs, people and fly fishing community, I’m always curious about the person behind the computer screen. I think we can get a general ‘impression’ of what a person is like through their written words and photos, but one never knows how well preconceived notions will match up face to face.

Since I’ve had the opportunity to jump from computer screen to in person with so many amazing people lately, I’m inclined to write about them on a personal level. That’s the thing about hanging out with Fly Fishing Bloggers, Everything is fair game…

For all the people I’ve fished with this year, yes, this means I’m going to write about you.
I’m a firm believer in Just Do It and Ask for Forgiveness Later…

Today, I’m putting just one person on the spot.

Chris Hunt: 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI think there’s a general rule out there when it comes to fishing with someone. You get one shot and if you don’t jive together, chances are you’ll never fish with them again.

Chris and I musta passed the mutual test…(despite showing him my bad side the first time)…because we fished again this summer during the Trout Unlimited Yellowstone Blogger Tour for a solid week.

Chris is the National Director of Communications for Trout Unlimited, and he writes the Fly Fishing blog Eat More Brook Trout. He authored the book Shin Deep: A Fly Fisher’s Love For Moving Water.

Chris also travels the world promoting Conservation, he goes to Washington D.C. to advocate for causes and he seems to know just about everyone and more in the Fly Fishing Industry.

The good news, for me, is I didn’t know or realize all that the first time I fished with him. A conversation I had with someone shortly after that first time:

Someone: Were you nervous or intimidated fishing with Chris considering all the influence he holds in the Fly Fishing world?
Me: Umm… I guess not, he just seemed like a regular guy to me.
Someone: You do realize a ton of guys would give up their best fly rod to spend a whole day on the river with him, right?
Me: Well…again, I guess not…
Someone: *Laughs*

Chris netting a Monster Lake Trout with a big old grin of Accomplishment

Chris netting a Monster Lake Trout with a big old grin of Accomplishment

I suppose the reason I didn’t realize the influence Chris had in Fly Fishing is because you’d never know it from talking with  him or hanging out with him. Maybe he is the Peter Parker/Spiderman of the Fly Fishing world and he just knows how to handle the ‘with great power comes great responsibility‘ with grace.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen I fished with Chris this summer, my first impression of him remained. He’s just a regular guy who is passionate about fly fishing, conservation and connecting with like minded individuals.

No ego, no airs, nothing to raise an eyebrow at…if anything, the only thing larger than life about Chris is his size and personality. At around 6’5″ with a dose of fantastic charisma to match, he can charm a room full of guys and gals.

I say a room full of gals because I witnessed that ability a few months ago at a Women’s Fly Fishing club…

He has a great sense of humor and a belly laugh that is contagious. If you ever get a chance to fish with Chris, be sure to bring your A-game in jokes because he loves a solid punch line.

For all Chris’s worldly fishing experiences, connections and alike, what people might not know about him is that he enjoys fishing alone, exploring tiny off the beaten track streams and creeks.

His close proximity to Yellowstone gives him plenty of water to explore and this summer while we were driving around, I don’t think we passed a piece of water…3 feet wide to 30 feet wide…that Chris didn’t point out and tell us how it fished.

Photo By Steve Zakur

Photo By Steve Zakur

I’ve really enjoyed getting to know Chris over the last 2 years. I’ve fished in tight quarters with him where we’ve chatted it up between casts and I’ve spent an entire afternoon with him working our way up a stream hardly speaking at all.

If you get the chance, I highly recommend spending the day on the water with Chris.

Get on his good side and call him Sasquatch, he likes that…a lot

Thank you Chris, for everything.
Rebecca

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Fly Fishing Ventures

December 10, 2012

I’ve been blogging for a little over 3 years now. During that time I’ve read countless posts discussing the topic/issue/debate/opinions regarding Women in Fly Fishing. Most of the posts out there are positive, a couple are negative and for the most part they seem focused on the female significance/influence in fly fishing. To be honest, when people [...]

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Film Project: A Deliberate Life

November 16, 2012

I was lucky enough to be part of a film project recently and I can finally reveal the results, first stage, of that special opportunity. Back at the end of August, first part of September I spent 10 fantastic days traveling from Oregon, across Idaho, and into Montana fly fishing along the way with an [...]

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Sentimental & Superstitious Fly Fishing Ways

October 30, 2012

I’ve already mentioned that I have a sentimental soul when it comes to my gear and rivers. So here it is, naturally I lean towards the superstitious side of the coin. When I really think about it, Sentimental and Superstitious are like leader to tippet, so maybe I’m not all that ‘out there’ in my [...]

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It’s a Visual Thang…

October 3, 2012

Just a little bit about what I’ve been up to lately. In other words, life has been good… Rebecca

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Sometimes it takes Two Flies…

September 26, 2012

You know what your Momma says, if at first you don’t succeed, try again. I know losing flies is sort of the price of admission in fly fishing, but I really hate when a fly goes missing. Maybe it’s the Momma in me who hates to lose one of her tiny kids in the wilds. [...]

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Moonlight Risings

September 20, 2012

Excerpt from the Fishing Poet by Matt Smythe: “By the time Rebecca and I were fifteen paces away he was as much a part of the dark wash of brush as the brush itself. We picked our way down the embankment and across an open area to the riverbank, hoppers still clicking from our path. We waded [...]

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