Tuesday, March 24, 2020
Thursday, January 09, 2020
Recently I had the good fortune to be in Nashville, Tennessee and of course, I found myself sneaking into an excellent local fly shop. Fly South is tucked away just off Broadway near Vanderbilt University.
|As an added perk, Fly South just happens to be across the street from the legendary Hattie B's Hot Chicken.|
Fly South is the favorite haunt of FlyFishMagazine.com's occasional correspondent and our fishing buddy, Jay Moore. As soon as we walked through the door we could tell why he liked it.
|The requisite long shot down the fly bin. Huge selection and all species covered|
|They kept the "meat" in jars|
|Appealing to the PBR set. I may or may not have purchased this shirt.|
If you tie flies this shop should be on top of your list. The materials department was massive.
|Mr. Whiting's Mutant Hackle Beast|
|Dubbing upon Dubbing|
|Note the tying area in the foreground. These folks are fly tyers.|
I visited close to closing time and the staff was attentive. They asked me several times if they could help me find something and seemed to take my answer of, "No, I just like to look around fly shops." with a puzzled nod and left me alone. Towards the end of my visit, they seemed to be getting a bit curious about the guy roaming the shop snapping photos, so I purchased a Fly South tee shirt and headed for the door. On my way out I couldn't help but wonder if they had any job openings at this great example of a full-service fly shop.
Keep an eye out for more Undercover Fly Shop visits in the future. You never know when FlyfishMagazine.com might show up and wander your local purveyor of fly fishing goodness's aisles.
Friday, December 06, 2019
#FridayMotivation Rewrite a favorite fishing book or movie as a #clickbait headline. I'll start, but you can do better. "Minister's son dragged down local river by monster trout". pic.twitter.com/bMNOk0TqZl— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) December 6, 2019
Thursday, December 05, 2019
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
#WednesdayWisdom "Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won't feel so thankful then."- Garrison Keillor pic.twitter.com/mJkqgM9vhl— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) November 27, 2019
Monday, November 25, 2019
Thursday, November 07, 2019
Wednesday, November 06, 2019
#WednesdayWisdom "Traveling is my form of self-education. Every stream I fish now is not as good as it used to be. If you keep your eyes open as you travel around, you realize we are destroying this planet." - Yvon Chouinard pic.twitter.com/5eiziLDEWI— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) November 6, 2019
Thursday, October 31, 2019
The Pebble Mine
Selling off our public land
Shrinking stream access
Plastics in our water supply
Opioids in our water supply
Bobbers ..just kidding I fish bobbers all the time.
Pretty much anything in our water supply that aren't fish, bugs, or water.
Powerbait - don't at me
The phrase "don't at me"
Feel free to add your own via the comments.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
#WednesdayWisdom "I doubt if in the landscape there can be anything finer than a distant mountain range. They are a constant elevating influence."—Henry David Thoreau pic.twitter.com/YzQ0Qa0Xrm— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) October 30, 2019
Wednesday, October 02, 2019
#WednesdayWisdom On bears. “The grizzly bear is six to eight hundred pounds of smugness. It has no need to hide. If it were a person, it would laugh loudly in quiet restaurants, boastfully wear the wrong clothes for special occasions, and probably play hockey.” -Craig Childs pic.twitter.com/OmbqyEQt0B— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) October 2, 2019
Monday, September 30, 2019
With that said, you can imagine I was pretty pleased when she selected the Sun Valley area of Idaho as this year's destination. After all, Papa Hemingway and his son Jack's old haunt had to have some pretty nice trout water close at hand. I did the required internet research, reached out to friends, and got advice from a social media group of which I am a member. To a person, everyone gave the same answer. Yes, I could fish lots of places close to Sun Valley, but whatever I did, I had to fish Silver Creek.
There was one small problem that kept coming up. To a person, everyone who recommended Silver Creek also added the caveat that it was quite possibly the hardest place on the planet to catch a trout. I was assured to see massive numbers of wild trout, huge Trico hatches, and most likely not be able to catch a single trout. Words like "technical water", "tiny flies", "flat water" and "educated trout" were thrown around carelessly. These are all words that give pause to a southern blue line nymph fisher (usually with a
bobber strike indicator). When I expressed my discouragement, my advisers were quick to say that the scenery would more than make up for the lack of catching. Being a risk-taker at heart, I decided to go for it and did the only sensible thing. I shelled out a tidy sum and hired a guide. After all, you can't take it with you.
|VA Hokie and fly fishing guide Andrew Thomas|
Enter Andrew Thomas of Picabo Anglers. As fortune would have it, Andrew also grew up fishing Southern waters, although I doubt he used a strike indicator. He quizzed me a bit about where I had fished and tried to gauge my skill level. I mentioned that I had fished for a while but made sure he got the message that fishing the most technical water on the planet worried me. He seemed confident but also mentioned that the scenery was wonderful and that I would enjoy the day. Hiring Andrew turned out to be money well spent.
One thing was evident as soon as we arrived at the river. A massive Trico hatch was already well underway. The air was thick with tiny bugs and trout were rising all around. I threw on my waders and boots while Andrew rigged up my Orvis H3 five weight for its first real test. Accurate from anywhere? I guess we would know soon enough.
|Undercut banks and tall grass on Silver Creek|
The banks of Silver Creek are deeply undercut and lined with tall, unforgiving grass. This wasn't really a problem during the morning Trico hatch. Trout were feeding boldly with some even cruising the surface with mouths agape, scooping up as many emerging bugs as possible Even while feeding with abandon it became very clear that a presentation with any amount of drag would be ignored. Andrew gave great advice on when to mend and helped me with my reach cast and within a few minutes of entering the water, I had long line released a nice trout. Andrew, ever the generous guide, assured me that, on Silver Creek, that fish counted. At this point, I am sure he still had some concerns about my abilities but I felt I was starting to get the hang of things. At least when I got back to the hotel I could say I had hooked fish. As the hatch continued, we moved from pod to pod of rising trout. All were eager but none would tolerate a muffed cast or any drag. Any missteps on the part of the angler and the pod was busted and you had best move on. I managed a few more trout and we actually got them into the net. While I would call the morning a success, It was clear that for every fish we brought to the net, I had missed or scared away what felt like fifty more. Technical water? I'll say.
|The hatch was intense and both my guide and I wanted to make the most of it. This meant there was little time for "grip and grins" but I knew I had to have proof. Trust me, I am grinning.|
Those undercut banks would come into play after lunch. The morning hatch had ended so we ate our sandwiches while dodging cows as we drove through the pasture to the river. We tied on hoppers, stepped into float tubes, and got in the water. With no hatch to be seen, the plan was to cast a hopper as close to the grass as possible and coax fish out from under the bank. When I say close to the bank you should know that meant within one to two inches of the grassy bank. My biggest nemesis for the rest of the day would be that wall of tall grass on the bank. I would try to zing a cast up against the bank and, at the last minute, thinking I was going to get hung up, pull back. My fly would land two to three feet from the bank. As you can guess the trout weren't in any mood to come three feet from the bank, even in search of a tasty grasshopper. To Andrew's credit, he stopped me and reminded me that he didn't care if I lost a fly, or got hung up, and to please, for the sake of all that is holy, cast up against the bank (I paraphrased this but you get the idea). His pep talk must have helped both my confidence and my casting because as long as I didn't overthink it, I started getting casts into the zone and we started catching fish. Later Andrew would remind me that we didn't lose a single fly all day.
|A nice Brown Trout coaxed from the undercut bank.|
|Silver Creek Rainbow|
Silver Creek was definitely a fly fishing education. I came to Idaho worried that I might not be up to the task and in many ways I was not. I stacked the deck in my favor by hiring Andrew as my guide and the Orvis H3 was way more accurate than me "from anywhere". It paid off with a dozen or so trout out of the hundreds I had an opportunity to catch, all on dry flies. I got schooled, but if you really think about it, every day for a fly fisherman should be like a day in school.
Editors Note: Andrew Thomas is a guide with Picabo Anglers in Picabo, Idaho located on the banks of Silver Creek. I can definitely recommend him that you hire him like I did. Whether you fish Silver creek with a guide or on your own, put it on your list of places you must fish.
Wednesday, September 25, 2019
Your #WednesdayWisdom and proof I caught fish on silver creek.— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) September 25, 2019
"Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher's salary" -Patrick McManus pic.twitter.com/F7nVZiVvsf
Wednesday, September 04, 2019
Here is today's #WednesdayWisdom. "The trout do not rise in the cemetery, so you better do your fishing while you are still able." - Sparse Grey Hackle #getoutside pic.twitter.com/d0dqE09L5G— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) September 4, 2019
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
Here is today's #WednesdayWisdom from a book I picked up on my recent Idaho adventure.— flyfishmagazine (@flyfishmagazine) August 28, 2019
“There is no greater fan of fly fishing than the worm.”
― Patrick F. McManus pic.twitter.com/yC3A1cTj2t