one step forward

Went to the PaFFM tackle show dilly on Saturday. Figured it was time I start learning to work with threads, glue and varnish...

a bike ride.

me thinks a bike ride. a bike rid eis order. no matter the sluminess of the drivetrain. the annoying clickity clack of shwooped drivetrains, the\revolving pedals more than not often bring needed clarity. and besides, it's so damn nice out tonight. why the hell wouldn't you go for a spin?

weekend

racin' actions

that was fun, the spring Meeshow Classique. good to see lots of happy campers after rolling 'em around a damn fine 40mile loop. missed the fall race due to the house thing, got that dialed, time to get back out in it. arrows handled by motos, so pleasure riding on Saturday instead of official duties, nice. then snappin' pics and providing encouragement at the finish, twas a pretty sweet wknd.

more pics on the smug as usual.

spring is springing

bugs are hatching

happenings...

been slackin' on this blog dilly,
but, guess that's how it goes.
find a nice rhythm, roll with it.

not much in the way of profound
shit to comment or spout about,
just livin' it the way I know, ya know?

which means fishin', ramping
up the ridin' a bit and living the
dream in good old Carlisletown.

pics are probably worth more
than words I figure...

diggin' the daylight savings,
means I can gear up on the
doorstep and walk to the Letort
for the evening rise. Tied a fresh
batch of flies, went for a stroll
and this fine brown sipped that
little #20 BWO no questions asked.
Now even more stoked on the
new location..


Neighbor's sketchy tree, neat to
look at, but on it's last legs for sure..


Sent a reel back for rework,
so pulled one of the antiques
of the mantel, worked well
enough for an afternoon of
exploring on the Letort.


Walking to market, took some
shots of the mermaid.


Been letting the yard do its
thing in the spring, curious
to see what all it will produce...


The 'cakes let me tag along on a ride...


Snuck over to Big Spring and
played with a few healthy 'bows.


And didya know I met a girl?
Yeah, she's pretty dang cool,
she also lets me tag along on
some rides, heading out on our
way down to Gettysburg...gotta
earn that Easter dinner.


To be continued...

fishin' again.

Well, with this less than fruitful
winter we've been having, with
a mtn bike in desperate need of
freshy bits and no desire to layer
up for road warrioring in the crisp
February breeze, it was back to the
trout stream.


Besides, I had a new stick to break
in. Saturday was sunny and breezy,
not exactly ideal for fishing tiny blue
winged olives on the Letort, but what
else ya gonna do? Did see a few bugs
in the air, saw all of four rises all day
along with some small black stones
flitting about. So I played a hunch and
got lucky, prospecting the water with
a buggy looking black caddis imitation.
Managed to bring one to hand, not
exceptional regarding the size, but at
least I didn't get skunked with the new rod.


Sunday was similar, but without the
breeze and much more relaxed mindset.
Used the new stick again, a 7'6"/4wt by
Matt Schliske from Colorado and really fell
for the rod. It handled the breeze surprisingly
well on Saturday, and in the calmer Sunday air,
it did everything I asked.

The calmer air helped keep the bugs
on the water and I found a bit more
success out in the Letort meadows.
Brought a bunch to hand on dries,
and one nice healthy 15"er on a
bwo nymph.

It's been neat to fish this stream more
in the winter, seeing it in a season when
I usually don't. Quite the interesting place,
lots to soak in out there.