I dont usually post other people's videos, but this fly is sick

Not sure how I missed this on Vimeo, but my god man, this is a sweet caddis.

FLYMAGE FLY TYING 1 from Flymage Magazine on Vimeo.

New school, old school, and.....Ben Vereen?

I had posted here before that I was doing the Step Out Walk for Diabetes and thanks again to all of you that donated. Well, the event was Saturday, and I was up bright and early in the steps of the Art Museum.

 Oddly enough, the guest speaker was Ben Vereen. I don't think I've even heard of the guy's name since the 80s. I think I'm the first person to mention this guy on a fly fishing blog and if you can prove me wrong, I'll tie you some monster streamers.

After sticking around for two hours waiting for the walk to begin, I was ready to get out of there so I wound up running it. Turns out it was only around 2.5 miles and I knocked it out in under 25 minutes. After that, it was 10:30 and I felt a I deserved a beer so it was off to the nearest watering hole, which to my surprise, was already full of alcoholics slamming beers. They did have Racer 5 so I wasn't complaining.

I then hit up the Orvis shop in Plymouth Meeting. They were having "Orvis Day" and the food spread was awesome, as were the deals. I wound up picking up a digital camo slingbag with a $25 discount. I like it for the most part so far, but I'll do a full review later. I'm not so sure on digital camo. It feels very new school, and I'm not sure how it helps on the stream unless you're being hunted by the Terminator or something.


After getting a hipster sling pack, I felt the need to get a little old school. I stopped at The Classic Fly Fisherman, feeling the need to pick up a new reel to match the 70s fiberglass Fenwick I got for my birthday. Bob helped me pick out a nice Marryat from the 70s that fits perfect with it. The drag on this this is so sweet. I even got some line and backing for it. The whole setup casts pretty sweet, but I gotta get used to using a slow rod. I cast way too fast and with way too much force. Time to slow my roll.


The rest of the day evened out with rooftop tacos and an IPA at Whole Foods, watching some idiots battle with foam weapons at a flea market, and my son putting together some weird twisted toy orgy in the bathtub.


Once the kids were down, I tied a few bugs and went night fishing. I got the skunk, but I came up with a pretty dope new streamer pattern. I love these eyes. Need more ASAP.

No fish, so taking a stupid picture of my feet and some fly line was the best I could do.

 Today was family time, with a small window of opportunity to hit the stream. I only caught one fish, but he was smart as hell and it took 30 or so casts to get him. Took a size 20 CDC BWO Comparadun.

Now it's time for Dexter and Homeland. Enjoy the remaining hours of the weekend.

Friday night fatty

• Size 6 3xl streamer hook
• White Marabou
• Micro Flash
• White Schlappen
• Grizzly Saddle
• Craft Fur
• Sticky Eyes
• Super Glue

5 inches of brown trout catching love. Happy weekend.

stocked fish, fiberglass, and birthday candles

Where to begin...I guess I'll begin with yesterday. They stocked the creek behind my house the other day with big fat stupid rainbows. I was able to sneak out in the evening before the upcoming onslaught of worm dunkers wading around in chunks of floating powerbait. I picked up quite a few slabs on a black bugger, including this nasty big guy with a hooked jaw.



 I also made it out later into the night and was hitting fish on a slow glassy pool with a size 4 foam stimulator at 10pm! It was one hell of a fun night. All fish were released in hopes of me finding them again in January when I'm bored and don't feel like driving 45 minutes for trout.

Then today came, and I unfortunately turned 37. I used to look forward to birthdays, but now they just depress me. Late 30s came way too fast. I did however get some sweet stuff including a new tippet post with floatant holder, a pair of New Balance 574s, and even some cash. I had the family over tonight for dinner, and to top off the night, my step-dad walks over, says happy birthday, and hands me a rod tube. Turns out it was his  Fenwick FF805 fiberglass rod he bought in the mid 70s, in MINT CONDITION. I almost teared up. I know this rod means a lot to him, and I was honored that he wanted me to have it. I'm going to take damn good care of it, and try to sting some fish with it this weekend.

Speaking of fiberglass, shout-out to Cameron over at The Fiberglass Manifesto for the badass bonus goodies that came with my T-shirt. My favorite fishing hat needs a TFM patch on it.