Monday, January 7, 2019

Tying the El Diablo Fly

El Diablo
The first time I tied the El Diablo Fly, which roughly translates to, "The The Devil Fly" was on my kitchen counter a few nights ago. It was the Friday night of my first week back at work after the holidays, and even though it was a shortened week, it somehow didn't feel that way. The baby was sleeping and wife was working, so I busted out my Christmas toys.

The El Diablo is the first in a series of six flies I will be tying as a part of my subscription to PostFly, a subscription all-in-one fly-tying materials package my wife, Emily, gifted me for Christmas. I had never heard of the company or the fly pattern before, but wow, she really knocked it out of the park. The package included all the materials one would need to tie a specific pattern, and even though it didn't come with instructions, it did have a complete model fly example included that I could try and copy. Ultimately, I think my first effort could have been a bit neater, so I decided to try again tonight to get a better example. I am happy to say my sophomoric effort was much more successful, and I am looking forward to tying more of this pattern in the future.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Largemouths and Rainbows - Fly-Fishing Weekend - April 2018

When are you going to update your blog? -My Dad.

It's amazing how much time a baby takes up. Since my last post in (checks notes) January (holy crap that was a long time ago) I've only been fishing a handful of times. In that time since my last post, my baby has learned to crawl, and now walk, and he has completely destroyed anything and everything is his wake. Some more of my beard has turned grey and I've lost about 40 pounds. So not too bad of an 11 months, lack of fishing aside. All of that said, I actually do have a day-trip planned for Montauk in a few days, and naturally the weatherman has just predicted two to eight inches of snowfall in the area. Wonderful.(Update: It snowed a whole bunch, and is still snowing.)

Aside from a few Sunday morning visits to Maramec Spring while visiting some in-laws in Cuba, MO, my last significant fishing outing was a two-night stay at Montauk way back in April 2018. Interesting enough, it snowed that trip too. I can't seem to escape the stuff. The trip started off anything but snowy. Blue skies and warm air met me as I left St. Louis with the Ranger loaded to the gills with camping and fishing equipment.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

The Fly-Fishing Trip That Wasn't

I suppose you could blame it on the cold. This winter has been particularly frosty, with consistent temperatures below freezing, and wind chills reaching as low as -28 degrees. I had fully planned on going fishing. I had my gear all packed and stowed. I had tied flies the night before. I had even lined up the babysitter to watch Willie. What I hadn't accounted for was the deep psychological effects that a solid month of freezing cold would have on my psyche, and I just couldn't wrap my head around the idea of standing waist deep in spring water shivering away. And so, in a last minute audible, my second fly-fishing outing since Willie was born instead became a slightly warmer birding outing.

Tying flies while the baby's sleeping.

Monday, September 25, 2017

Tenkara Trials at Maramec Spring - June 2017

Back in July of this year, Emily and I welcomed our bouncing 9 pound (now 12.5 pound) baby boy, Willie, to the family. And get this: it turns out parenting is pretty damn time consuming and exhausting. Between the diaper changes; midnight, 2 AM, and 4 AM feedings; car seat installation classes; and just general chaos around the house, there hasn't been a ton of time to pop off to the stream for a bit of fishing. It has been nuts, but absolutely amazing. Look at this little lump. He's the best. Why would I want to ditch him to go hang out with some fish?

That said, I do find myself sitting in my cubicle at work, blank-faced staring off into space and trying to imagine the sounds of the Current River below the dam at Montauk, or visualizing the flash of white trout belly when a strike is landed. The smell of a campfire and feel of damp, cold autumn ground. As of right now, the next fishing trip I have in the books is a weekend Emily and I are trying to put together for mid-December (probably Montauk). Our weekend schedules are pretty much jam-packed tight until year's end, and my short day-trips are pretty much on hold until Willie is a bit older.

The last fishing trip I was able to sneak away for was back in June, and Emily was only 8 months pregnant. I met up with my pal Jake from St. Charles (who coincidentally also has a pregnant wife), and we drove the 90 miles to St. James to have a day of fishing at Maramec Spring. This trip would prove to be an exercise in patience and first-experiences, full of surprises and frustrations.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Some More Trail Cam Pics

I was out at my parents' house over the weekend cutting grass, and I decided to take a look at what the ol' trail cam had captured since Easter. In addition to the usual collage of neighborhood dogs and squirrels, there were actually some great pictures of a doe with a fawn, a fox, and what I think is a coyote. I missed seeing the deer by only a few hours. My nephews Mike and Frank make a cameo appearance wearing their Sunday best, as they came down with me to turn the camera on at Easter. I really love seeing what weird creatures appear on this camera, and I need to get the SD card back into it ASAP so I don't miss anything good. Enjoy.

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