She has risen

What? No meat on Fridays?
Here are a few photo highlights of PRO week 1



meat you can't buy in a store

It's been a very good start to the PRO season for the Ghost and I, flows jumped up enough to start bumping rubber into rocks and the Magnum Rabbit has been turned loose.

First Run Tony

Great timing Mr C

Josh Miller went "Brooklyn" on them

A Brown Trout from under a bridge where I never seem to hook up.

"They" will eat a streamer. This one wanted it dead drifted

Happy Easter everybody, enjoy the spring colors and beasts eating meat from little green boats on Colorado's  best freestone........$389 till the mud flows, limited time, limited seating....unlimited fun for streamer junkies.

Blame Me

Certain days just feel right, but that doesn't mean things don't go left for no reason.  Earthlings were constructed with the need to know "why", "what" and "how come" to a fault, especially when the end of the game doesn't end up like it was planned. It's called blame and anglers are a group of anxious little haters who are always looking to convict something or someone for ruining their good time.

 Most of you angler people should learn to blame me.

Every time you move a fly rod I want things to end up looking like this.

I am one of the true villains in this sport, I am always waiting to spread my evil wherever anyone is trying to catch a trout. I can mess a cast up like no one's business, doesn't matter how long you have wiggled and waved graphite.
Stare me down and use me to mend with and you can float your feathers long believable distances, panic and I take advantage of you badly. Go ahead, don't let that rod load, after your forward stroke I will be right there in front of you all piled up, pissing you off.
One of my all time favorites is when you invite me along while you chuck streamers; if you include me in your fun, all that strippin will never move yer meat, or a fish....just me.

The pressure of fishing around a SIR can mess with your game if you let it.

Drift, Drag, Fly, Sun, Moon, Clarity, Line Management, Air Temperature, Water Temperature,Bara-effing-metric pressure.

Shitty Oars man, Bad knots, Dull hook points, Some power generating dam and the guy who messes with flow, ice in the guides, Bad guide.........whew, I could go on, it's a huge list of things to possibly blame.

Truth is, all on the list are but minions to me, just a few of the demons that help me to ruin your day. If more than one of them join forces with me in tormenting you, we can make fly fishing way harder than it's supposed to be.

Blame me, my name is Slack

Booze, good food, bad food and long nights are all necessary parts of a good fishing adventure that when not handled carefully can end up devilish minions in your boat.

BTW, I am having more fun than I should giving a few people heartburn with the titles of my last few blogs. The only other times this blog had better traffic was when I put the words sex appeal and terrorist in the title.

Don't Crosse me

Like fly fishing, the sport of Lacrosse has taught me many things. I grew up in the heart of the games birthplace, The Iroquois Nation (its called Western NY now) where kids slept with their sticks and the relationships born because of the game ran deep into our souls.

I am one proud Dad right now as my little lefty starts his journey this season after already explaining to us that if he doesn't make the NHL, he wants to play Lacrosse at Syracuse (sorry Kermie). During a wall ball session  yesterday he wanted to learn how to roll dodge.....he's 6. This is going to be awesome!

Enjoy the video, it got my motor running this morning.