Things that make you go “Hmmmm…” #278
Posted in Common Sense, Just plain wrong, Probably not good for fish, Rampant Suckitude, Salmon are Priceless, That sound is Ed Abbey spinning in his grave on April 18th, 2013 by G_Smolt
Rio Tinto unit says Bingham Canyon slide worse than expected
Good thing it wasn’t a 700′ earthen dam holding back a few cubic miles of tailings at the headwaters of a massive sockeye system…but that would never happen, right?
Right?
The Other Side of Fish Love
Posted in adolescent innuendo, art lessons, Brilliant!, Friends of Buster, You Won't Find This Shit On The Fly Fishing Rabbi on April 7th, 2013 by G_Smolt
Skagit Master 4
Posted in Laser Awesomnality, Lazy Ass YouTube Posting on March 15th, 2013 by Wally
Swingin up some Third Coast steel.
“If I do it I get a whipping.”
Posted in There's no reason to post this video on February 13th, 2013 by WallyLong Winter
Posted in $250 gets you half a fly, 3rd degree Black Belt in FlyNerd, Badass Flies, Flies: Old Timey, Fly Candy, Geek spoken here, Laser Awesomnality on February 2nd, 2013 by G_SmoltThe long Alaskan winters leave plenty of time for folks to pick up immoral habits…drinkin’, cussin’, foolin’ Around, cooking West African cuisine, and learning to play the fiddle are but a few of the “darkest season” vices floating around our little coastal village as of late.
To these, we can add one more scourge – Traditional Fly Tying.
The Gonger has been holed up in his bunker near Neil Creek for quite awhile, making the neighbors wonder, “What could he POSSIBLY be doing in there?”
Wonder no more.
“Thread” - An impressive body of work at the Juneau-Douglas City Museum until Feb 23rd.
Thrift Shop
Posted in Accoutrements Collectibles And Antiquities, Lazy Ass YouTube Posting, Old Timey As Hayul on January 17th, 2013 by Wally
Found this old timey tying kit at the local thrift.
Protect Natives: Eat More Walleye
Posted in BWTF Seal Of Approval, fill that freezer, Fish Local, learn to fillet you dumbass, PSA, Time for Action on January 6th, 2013 by Wally
Walleye; The least sporty gamefish in North America, stunted and overpopulated in Lake Roosevelt and the Upper Columbia, usurper of native salmonids. Take a moment to protect native redbands in the Upper Columbia by commenting on WDFW’s Rule Proposal #15 to raise or eliminate the limit on walleye.
Happy New Year!
Posted in All up in it, Anticipation, arriving in style, Bones!, Capr!, Dead Animal Meals, Doesn't taste like chicken, Eat This Jim Harrison, Know from where your dinner comes, Lower down on the foodchain, stuff fly fishermen love on December 29th, 2012 by Wally
The right way to bring in the new year is with a traditional meal of carp either poached, braised, boiled, broiled, grilled, smoked, fried or fricasseed.
Doomsday Greetings From Buster
Posted in Absolute Horseshit, and Burned, Anticipation, arriving in style, Black Sabbath!, Blind faith, Burned, Cast and Blast, Chafed, Chapped, Damn the Weatherman, Dead is Forever on December 21st, 2012 by Tosh
Aint No Reason Not To Post This
Posted in "Wonderfully at odds with what’s outside my window.", at least hippies get laid, gotta be a place for this, Lazy Ass YouTube Posting, Ridiculously Brilliant on December 16th, 2012 by Wally
24 HOUR FLY TACKLE VENDING MACHINE!
Posted in gotta be good for something, Night Ops, Ridiculously Brilliant, Tech-Weenie Gear Lust, That sound is Ed Abbey spinning in his grave on December 11th, 2012 by Wally
Located in the exact geographical center of the state amongst brown trout stillwaters, bass ponds and hectares of carp flats this vending machine probably has whatever it is that you forgot to toss into the gear bag when you left the house three hours ago.
Crawbuggery carpy goodness.
DO NOT EVER go to Rocky Ford without yer scuds! Better yet dont go to Rocky Ford.
Cast for Recovery for the Holidays
Posted in Accoutrements Collectibles And Antiquities, art lessons, Buster's Mustard, BWTF Seal Of Approval, Craft, Flies that belong in a petting zoo, Flies: Old Timey, Fly Candy, Friends of Buster, Getting one right for a change, Give BEFORE it hurts, happy holidays, Holy Crap!, i am not fucking kidding, Laser Awesomnality, Ridiculously Brilliant, Sick Point Sick on the Sickter Scale, stuff fly fishermen love, Time for Action on November 29th, 2012 by WookFrom a Drakemag.com fly swap to a good idea to a worthy cause to this remarkable item for you to bid on to benefit Casting for Recovery.
Features some amazing fly candy and artwork by Bob White and Rick Harrington.
And just in case that’s not enough to esplode yr brains, Robert Meiser will custom-build you a 13′ 6″ Highlander Classic S2H13068C-4 spey rod to your design specs.
Uncle Joey the Fixer reckons this package at over 6 grand, so gwan over here and bid often. Because screw cancer.
GRAAAAH! MAT SMASH!
Posted in BIGFOOTS!, Buster's Mustard, BWTF Seal Of Approval, Friends of Buster, Posh Spice, Pucker Up, Real Heroes of Fly Fishing, Revelry, Spey on November 25th, 2012 by WookMatt gets his first steelhead. Matt is rather a bit pleased.
Epic photo by Buster’s pal Robin Hill at Brookside Hillbilly
Epic MAT! by Matt
Bass’n
Posted in Accoutrements Collectibles And Antiquities, arriving in style, Basss!, Biscuit Appreciation, BWTF Luxury Tours, Cue The Banjos, Dead Animal Meals, fill that freezer, Fish Local, good things do come from Texas, How To Cook A Wolf, Know from where your dinner comes, No Thanks - I have enough bait, Pucker Up, Scenes from the Soak N Poke, The Redneck Riviera, The Scattergun Chronicles on November 12th, 2012 by Tosh
The takeout was a dirt ramp. We had permission but I’m not sure why. Up above there was a collection of single-wides, derelict RV’s, rusted farm implements, and a Glastron ski boat on blocks.
When there came a godawful squealing we thought the winch on the trailer had seized up. We stopped cranking and listened and the sound was coming from up the hill. Just then a man came down the ramp with wild hair and bib overalls and half of his uppers.
“How’d y’all do?”
“Good!”
“Bass or catfish?”
“All bass.”
“White’uns or them regulars?”
“Regulars.”
“Crawdads?”
“No, flies?”
He tugged at his asscrack and pondered that and then he went on about he and his boy and a mess of yella cats they’d caught awhile back. When the squealing started again we turned and looked up the hill, and then back at him.
“What’s all that racket?”
“Dinner.”
“Your dinner?”
“Yeah. We got up on a hog.”
Carp Are…
Posted in Beaver Hunt, Bycatch, Ditch Fishing, In Depth Beaver Analysis, Maybe you had to be there, people EAT those things?, Spey, The Globetrotting Angler, The water isn't the only thing that is high, well THAT seems to do the trick, winter's comin', You Won't Find This Shit On The Fly Fishing Rabbi on November 7th, 2012 by G_Smolt…So 2011.
Captain DirtBag with a fine specimen, taken on a hitched hairwing in a spring creek somewhere near Bozeangeles, MT.
