Sandy Spey Clave, 2010.
Mark Bachmann knows how to put on a “classy” event. Big names. Tackle galore. Rods and lines to match and cast. Reels to heft. Stickers to collect. Waders, boots, and coats and bags to fiddle with. Great instructors. Good food. New friends to meet, old friends to catch up with again. Nuthin’ but fun.
Mark mused that people just might look back on this era as one of the best-of-times for fly fishing. We have a huge variety of high quality tackle available to us at a price that makes it all accessible to the everyday angler. Our rivers are healing. We have fish in our rivers, most of them anyway, and we still have considerable access to quality public waters. Mark spoke with optimism, respect for our craft, appreciation for the clan of anglers, and hope for the future. He noted that every day on the river brings new challenges and opportunity to learn. Indeed.
Mark concluded the Tenth Sandy Spey Clave, thanking us for coming – “love all of ‘ya.” Thanks Mark, Patty, Josh, Marcy, and probably fifty people who pulled this event together.
PS: Jackson, thanks for hanging out with me for three days. Lego Store. Iron Man 2 with your big brother David. Robin Hood late Sunday evening. Pizza. Cookies. Chips. Pop. Up late. Up early for coffee. Stone art. Lots of fishing blah blah blah. I love you.
Jackson explains the fine points of rock art to a friend.
Taught him everything he knows.
Plotting to overthrow the gumment, most likely.
Jackson: no more stickers, please.
Can it be wrong to love a fly rod?
Just a tad over my skill level. Just a tad.
Gun-slingers. Quick draw artists. Critical mass. Nuclear zowiness.
Trusted assistant and booth-organizer-young-son.
Show me again, mama.
Then there were only two on the beach.