With 14 days until the campaign is complete, we are currently at 110% of our initial fundraising goal, thanks t the support of 121 backers.
I’ve said it many times, but I want to thank everyone who has taken action on the campaign, and my all volunteer team says a big THANK YOU too.
Naturally, I set my sights on delivering an even more spectacular set of books on Day Three of our campaign. I’d love to be able to upgrade the quality of the cover from the initial specs we submitted to the printers, add more color images to the interior, increase the overall page count of the two volume set, and …….
I have a secret plan too, an enhancement I’m not going to mention because I’m not sure if it will be economically feasible. All of these optional enhancements to Salmon Fisher’s Journal will be fun if we can pull them off. As it stands, the book will be something that I am very, very proud of delivering. I’ve always been a person who has difficulty letting go of a task that I have set my sights on. Publishing this journal as a collector’s quality book is something I’ve been working on for two decades.
The bridge between dreaming and delivering is about to be traversed.
So — rest assured that we’ve succeeded in securing the backing to produce and deliver. My efforts over the next two weeks are focused on pushing the standards of what we can publish even further into the spectacular zone.
Yes, I realize that I’ve already published two videos this week, but I’m on a mission to create fresh content for my blog and my YouTube Channel, so consider this a bonus post.
The fly featured here is a purple-hued rabbit-strip steelhead fly tied on a tube. My thanks to Brian Silvey for his inspiration. Most of the flies that look roughy like this are related to his rabbit strip fly. We just can’t help ourselves, can we. I’m quite sure that I will feature more rabbit strip flies similar to this but tied with different color rabbit and hackle collars.
The fly is so simple that I will not list materials but will refer you to the short version of this video at the Oregon Fly Fishing Blog.
The video posted here continues my pledge to post the abbreviated (land the plane, Jay) on the Caddis Fly Blog while posting the long, rambling, story telling version on my personal blog.
One way or another, I invite you to browse the world of fly tying and see if you can find ideas and techniques of interest.
You never know the joys and challenges life will bring. I have been blessed with all good news lately, but realize that many of my friends face all manner of heartache on a daily basis. This may seem like an odd way to introduce a short post on a wonderful day I spent with an old friend – but while our day was very good, the same was not for everyone, and I just needed to say that.
So my day began with breakfast at the Grateful Bread with Jack and john Harrell; we talked fishing and great plans for the season just unfolding, and I headed back to the cabin to mess with tackle, flies, book promotion and the like. Steve showed up about 9 Am, we visited a little, and then we loaded the boat and headed up to Town Lake. Five minutes after leaving the cabin we were on the lake, and in short order we were catching hatchery trout. Several trout. Ok, maybe more than several. It took Steve about five minutes to get accustomed to the subtle aspects of the bite and spit tactics, but he got it figured out and was soon showing those trout who the boss was.
The best flies we fished were barbless Jigged nymphs like the Bead Head gold Ribbed hares Ear. There were other good nymphs too, and our flies were out fishing the power bait anglers in the vicinity, who noted that we were getting bit on about every cast. The fish were so fast on the take that we only hooked some 20% of our takes, so it was a real challenge and a lot of fun.
I rowed Steve around the lake looking for summer steelhead, found several, and one bit a size 14 chironomid nymph that he expertly placed about 6 ft in front of the 8 lb fish. Sure enough, as the fly sank, the steelhead moved towards it and then coasted to a halt. He’s got it, i whispered, pull back now! He did and the fight was on.
in mid afternoon, we went to lunch, and then wafered up to head up the Nestucca for a little Spey Casting instruction session. Well, apparently, I am a poor teacher, but Steve managed to chuck his fly out into the drift, and pretty soon he was fast to wild hen with sea lice at the base of her anal fin. The fish had been hooked as a smelt because its maxillary bone was injured by an old scar, but the fish was a pleasant surprise on a sunny afternoon when we should only have been casting, not catching. I got a small bright wild male that came to a Micro Intruder and our afternoon was perfect in more ways than we would have asked.
Steve was fishing an ECHO Tim Rajeff Two Hand seven wt rod, I fished an ECHO Dec Hogan II seven wt rod. I fished an Airflo Skagit Intermediate Head and felt it was perfect. Steve fished a long piece of plasticized string he found in his backyard in Corvallis, and I’m pretty sure that his casting would be better if he just had a line tuned to the rod. But being a manly man, he top-handed his casts, whipping the rod furiously about his head, and caught as many fish as I did, so we were both happy and he is now convinced that “found” string is the next phenom in the Spey Fishing World. He’s probably right.
I was camera-less that day, selling old cameras and waiting for new ones to arrive, but we had our phones so we got a few shots of our fish before releasing them carefully. I hope these photos do not offend anyone, because the fish were momentarily head above water, but I’m quite confident that the fish were fine, being in cold water and only briefly up-periscope so to speak.
Photos taken with cameras can be confusing. The untrained observer might think that Steve’s chromer is larger than mine, but I assure you that his fish weighed perhaps seven or eight pounds, while mine was easily twelve pounds. Steve’s camera was set on “make your buddy’s fish look smaller” feature, and wow it really worked.
We were both thrilled to have had our flies grabbed that sunny afternoon, and lucky too, because I fished alone the same place next day with no grabs to show for my effort. Now I’m wandering around Pacific City looking for rubberized string to put on my Spey rod.
And good reading too, because I have my very own set of nine books wherever I go, so if I can’t sleep and tying flies is too taxing, I can pick up one of my own masterpieces and ponder the next stage in shameless self promotion.
And if shameless self promotion wasn’t rampant enough already, this photo featuring SIMMS sweater, shirt, waders, boots lanyard, nippers, boots, and wading staff could just about put anyone over the edge, ya think? Too bad the ECHO DH II rod and Hardy Marquis fly reel are submerged and not easily visible, loaded with AIRFLO Skagit Intermediate head, RIO iMOW tip (no brand loyalty here) and OPST LAZER line!
So, Ben, and Eric, and Red, and George let me rest for a while, will ya?
Really folks, I’m just poking fun at all us gearheadsl.
I am grateful for this day, and hopeful for the days that will follow, whatever they may bring.