Tag Archives: fly fishing

Sweet Rhythms

The weather has been wet and cold the last three days, so I’ve mostly been hangin’ with Baldo, Chica, and Mingo while doing stuff around the house. Today, though, I felt the need to reassert my fly fishing mentalite by watching whatever I could find on the internets.  I found one treasure of a video unlike most of the ones that are insistent on displaying fly fishing mastery, i.e. showing either multiple catches and/or hooking into the bigguns. A lot of noise, they are. (Thanks Yoda…)

I really like this one because it’s a laid back, humorous look (about 18 minutes long) at a couple of old-timers experiencing common fly fishing struggles related to choosing the right fly, getting tangled, and maybe even becoming a little impatient.  The nicely timed and appropriately tuned commentary by “The McGlynn,” whoever he is–I checked out the associated website: good, committed critical politics which is a nice plus.  I thought it was simply a promotion for a fly fishing retreat–was perfect. Continue reading

Baldo plays…

Baldo and Chica like to chase twigs, leaves, feathers, toy mice; any item I can tie to the end of some string, twine, or, especially, fly line.  I have cut about fifteen feet of weight forward floating fly line–it’s actually easy to manuever, to give movement to whatever I’ve tied to the end of the line for play time–just for this purpose.

The following video shows me playing thusly with Baldo.  I think I have  a 4-5 inch twig attached.  Hopefully, despite the shadows, you’ll see Baldo chase it as I turn in a circle after tempting him by pulling it through the grass.

Actually, it’s a lot like fly fishing.  I’m trolling for the big catch!

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fly fishing huntington reservoir

A couple of weeks ago I drove to Huntington Reservoir about an hour south of Springville to fish.  It’s my favorite reservoir because of the Tiger trout–a hard fighting hybird female Brown and male Brook trout–the fact that there isn’t recreational boating, and some days late in the year I’m the only one on the water.

I used my camera phone to record some of my experience that day–I don’t remember the exact day/date–just to see how it would turn out.  I hope you find it kind of interesting and amusing.

I actually felt comfortable talking and narrating.  I’m kind of used to talking to myself these days anyway.

I eventually ran out of memory so that’s why the videos ended where they did. Continue reading

Fly Fishing and Defragmentation .

If there’s one thing that can keep my focus these days, as it has for the last seven or eight years, it is fly fishing.  Whether I catch any fish or not.

It’s probably my favorite meditative activity.

Everything else in my life—trying to figure out how to survive financially, living with my aged father who struggles to be happy, my cats whose primary focus seems to be their next meal, trying to understand my relation to my environment in its many guises—recedes into my subconscious for the time I’m on the water.

Yes, I know there’s plenty of writing out there, including “zen” books on fly fishing, addressing the positive clarifying effects of such re-creating moments.  Those when the spirit, whatever that is, is renewed, invigorated, cleansed. Continue reading