I'm going to give away a RIO Gold fly line worth $75 to the person who can identify what kind of fish these are. And because I expect quite a few of you to get that part, I'll also say that I caught one of these fish. You tell me which one, and with what fly.
Today's Fly Talk entry is a guest post from our friend Chris Santella. You might know Chris from from his "Fifty Places" series of books, his work in The New York Times, Forbes.com, The New Yorker, Golf, Travel & Leisure, …and many others.
Chris and I were chatting the other day about the portrayal fishing on TV and in advertising, which as I'm sure you know is just god awful 99 percent of the time. To make a long story short, during the course of the conversation we both admitted to watching the season finale of Downton Abbey and were aghast at the sight of such horrible spey casting. Anyway, I'll stop trying to explain and let Chris take it from here. Warning: Spoilers ahead.
It seems like every time I turn around, there's another attempt afoot to limit public access to rivers. The battle is really heating up in Utah right now. And that's just sad, because there's no way for me to see how privatizing public natural resources—and that's really what this boils down to—can possibly be an act of good faith. How we collectively approach the issue of stream access is either going to keep fly fishing alive for generations or effectively kill the sport dead within years.
Friends, fisher-people, Fly Talk readers, my beloved Colorado river needs help.
Denver Water, Colorado's oldest and largest water utility is planning on sucking almost 80 percent of the Fraser River out of its bed and pumping it to the front range for consumption. They already take 60 percent right now.
One of the great honors of my fishing life was to not only meet the legendary Frank Moore, but to actually fish with him on the North Umpqua River in Oregon. I did that a few years back with my buddy, Tyler Palmerton (seen here with Frank). Yesterday, Tyler forwarded me this video news clip that ran on Frank several weeks ago. It's a pretty amazing piece on a truly remarkable man, who turned 90 years old not long ago. I wanted to say Happy Birthday to Frank. There is no finer gentleman in all of fly fishing.
The organization was founded in 2010 to provide anglers with a classification or ranking system for competitive casting that would be comparable to their ability levels.
I love fishing with guides, because a day spent with a great guide can teach you lessons that are far more valuable than the day rate, or the photos taken of the fish you actually land. Many of my favorite guides live and work in the Bahamas. Granted, it's hard not to be enjoying the moment when you're wading the Bahamian bonefish flats. But these guys are the masters of keeping things low key and relaxed, even in some of the most challenging casting and fish spotting conditions in the world.
Some of my favorite writing on fly fishing has more to do with the "why" of the sport than the "how to." The soon-to-be-released "Why I Fly Fish" by Chris Santella (who did a lot to show us the ultimate "wheres" of fly fishing through his books "Fifty Places to Fly Fish Before You Die" and "Fifty More Places to Fly Fish Before You Die") certainly cuts to the core of why people from all walks of life find themselves hopelessly addicted to standing in water waving a long stick.
This video comes to us from friend and fellow piscatorial pen pusher Ben Romans. You might remember Ben from his trip this past summer in the Bob Marshall Wilderness for bull and cutthroat trout. Ben sent us this video a while back and apparently this "river tsunami" happened right before Christmas on the Gallatin River.
Ask anyone who fishes with me, and they'll tell you that I am usually very smart about sun exposure. I wear hats. I wear long sleeves. I slather on sunscreen. I know the stakes, and have had many friends fall victim to the harmful effects of the sun.
But all it takes is one goof, and you can pay the price. I'm proof of that.