Only $30 a lb! Flown in direct from Alaska!

via moldy chum…

 Ouananiche Sunset – Tied by Glista – Photographed by Ginseng Sullivan

Shamelessly ganked from the Chum because…well, we likes it and this idea needs promo:

Yes, Recycled Waders. A beautifully simple idea – got old, leaky, not-so-H2o-proof, extremely “breathable” waders in the retired pile in the basement? Send ‘em to these chaps, and they’ll make new gear out of ‘em – things like wallets, packs, etc,  such as these right sporty messenger bags:

There are so many reasons for Uppity Mountain Hippies to rejoice of late, in spite of the world going to hell in a handbasket, it’s like the got-dam frickin’ Age of Aquarius all over again, Moonbeam.

This gets a big ‘ol Buster Seal of Approval, and thanks to the Chum for keeping us informed…

Runoff season.

It’s the time each late spring when dry, east Orygun canyon rivers finally get runnable for a few weeks or a month. After a winter of can’t-stop steelheading and a helluva spring steelhead season already, you leave the rods back at home ’cause this river’s brown and pointless. She hasn’t seen a steelhead since the dams went in way back when. You pack the dog, the lady and 14 good friends, six days worth of salmon, steaks and a whole-lotta dutch oven enchiladas, load the drag bags with Rainier, the dry boxes fulla Jameson and dried morels and the fixin’s for Riverritas, and put some oar-powered rivermiles between you and the world. You look forward to running some whitewater cause it rules to be back in the shit again, then set up camp on some remote desert canyon beach each afternoon and decide to watch the setting sun paint 3000-foot Ryholite walls while you nerd out on the gotdam-holy-shit-hugeness-of-it-all.

Then, you and your 15 companions proceed to get what we at the Buster like to call “S u p e r h i g h.”

River tripping. Staying within the bubble line and going where the river tells you. Pretty sure that’s the real point of life.

When one combines lockjawed fish and delirium. 

Hat tip to NaturalFly and Fattire- Fats is “casting”

This past winter the Yellowstone buffalo herd has declined 50%. Around 1,600 buffalo have been killed in the park this year. Last year the number was closer to 70. Somehow, I missed  this, but salon has a take, there’s a youtube  and even a documentary about it….

OK. I’ll say it: We are sorry Buster really didn’t have as much 169% amazing content this week as yuo are prolly used to. Sure, the stuff we did mange to get up was laser, but… well… we been busy with… stuff…. stuff like fishing, creating badass BWTF stickers, drinking beer and watching hockey. But still, a week of Buster (not really totally) sucking (by a fucking longshot) is better than a month of “great days” at Da Lodge, FAOL, Das Klan or any other place you waste your time…

This is an open thread… Feel free, ladies…

Mofro – Dirt Floor Cracka

Uppity Mountain Hippies rejoice:

A pair of conservation bills that would protect the Snake River and Wyoming Range passed through the Senate Energy and Natural Resources Committee on Wednesday.

The Craig Thomas Snake Headwaters Legacy Act would protect 387 miles of rivers and streams in the Snake River drainage under the Wild and Scenic Rivers Act.

The Wyoming Range Legacy Act would prohibit further energy leasing in the Wyoming Range south of Jackson Hole and would allow conservation groups to buy and retire existing energy leases.

Both bills now must go to the floor for a vote by the full Senate before moving to the House.

The Snake River bill passed through the committee by a 12-10 vote almost one year after Jackson’s Jack Dennis testified in front of the committee in favor of the measure. It was originally introduced by Sen. Craig Thomas before his death.

The bill drew strong opposition from Sen. Larry Craig of Idaho.

Did anyone else see the “live debate” on “Costas Now” a few nights ago? You can watch it here. The topic was something like “sports blogs: should we murder bloggers in their beds or just hang them?” Featured panelists were Will Leitch of Deadspin, Braylon Edwards a wide receiver for the Cleveland Browns and Buzz Bissinger, the guy who wrote “Friday Night Lights.” Costas, the alleged moderator, begins the debate by declaring, “the reasonable criticism of sports blogs is the tone of gratuitous pot shots and mean spirited abuse.” Then it really gets good. Bissinger immediately flies into a rage, telling Leitch he is “full of shit” within the first 15 seconds. Read more »

Cousin Jay has been shanghai’d by those AEG bums. I hope they are treating him well.

Sometimes you can rescue those blurry fish pics by randomly mashing them through the preset filters until something cool happens. Or until you get bored and go away.

The same technique can be applied to blurry bugs.

And probably to small blurry children and pets.

It’s finally been posted: the ten greatest Polish American athletes OF ALL TIMES! As a Polak, I am gushing… (oh… and that’s a pic of the world’s largest kielbasa.)

9. Ethics

Nothing brings a fly fisherman to his knees, weeping hot tears of joy, better than an ethical debate. Endless amounts of message board bandwidth are devoted to arguing about what is ethical and what is not- strike indicators, wet fly v dry fly, jasper wraps on a new boo rod, do those gummy minnows count as flies?  

Having a personal sense of what is ethical and what is not is one of the core constitutional requirements of being a fly fisherman. More importantly, fly fishermen must argue, at great length and with much vigor, about minute details. You must be willing to take your personal opinion, not matter how untenable or ridiculous, and defend it against all comers. If you are unable to defend the idea, the ethically minded angler will resort to the true tools of the ethical argument: insults, name calling, inferences about spousal employment and derision.

For the new fishermen in the audience, here is a sample ethical argument:

The Ethical Angler: The only proper way to fly fish is dry fly, upstream to rising trout

Mouth Breathing Bank Ape: What about swinging streamers?

The Ethical Angler: Streamers, you might as well be bait fishing.

Mouth Breathing Bank Ape: What? That doesn’t even make sense.

The Ethical Angler: Not to you it wouldn’t; I bet you’ll occasionally eat a fish

Mouth Breathing Bank Ape: If it’s a stocker, sure

The Ethical Angler: See, you are no better than a bait fisherman. I bet you nymph, with a bobber

Mouth Breathing Bank Ape: Well yeah I nymph, Huh? What does that have to do with anything? You’re just an asshole

The Ethical Angler: Uppity Mountain Hippy

I remember it was still morning when we came to the collective conclusion that whiteys taste with their ass before putting anything in their mouth. However, considering ourselves scientists dedicated to rigorous research, we proceeded to nail this theory down into an airtight state, well into the afternoon. Nothing was hatching, so we happily wallowed in the ignoble sin of nymphing, relishing the plunging bobber, pulling up ass-hooked whitey hand over fist. And you know what? It was damn fun. Especially when lubricated with a rack of Hamm’s and the warmest day of a Spring that refuses to die. Kind of like fly fishing for bass, any of the trout pretension of pursuing something noble and aristocratic is just refreshingly laughable when one finally gives in to the whitey. And when a 20″er bends deep yer 5wt, far be it for me to find disappointment. Especially when the destination is the smoker on the back porch.

This one’s for you, Whitey.

Today, we salute you, Momofuko Ando, who in 1958 launched Nissin Foods and its main product, Top Ramen. Without you, guides would go hungry, dirtbaggers might actually have to learn how to cook something more complicated than boiling water and hangovers would last twice, twice!, as long. One can buy a week’s supply of your genius creation with the change found under the seat of the average truck, allowing anglers to spend their bills on hackle, dubbing, booze and “tips” at the Star Valley Cabaret.

Without you, we don’t know how we’d get by.

And right before they got air time on Sundance Channel.
More at this blog.
And clearance items here.

Face it. Bill Withers in an orange turtleneck is still smoother than you’ll ever be.
And? Best drummer ever.

moe. – Tambourine

Robot Chicken- Because after the Death Star was destroyed, somebody had to call the Emperor

Mmmm….noodles.

Is posting a youtuber called “Hitler Loves the Flyers” in bad taste? Prolly. Kinda. But this is playoff hockey we’re talking about here and after last night’s Red Wings SWEEP (too old? not tough enough? no goaltending? pffffft!)  of the Avalanche, we’re in such a good mood we’re willing to sacrifice godd taste. But just this once.

8. Red-haired girls in hip-boots

While they are known more for sex-tourism, bitter weeping and heading down to the basement to “tie a dozen stimmies,” there are some fly fishermen who enjoy the pleasures of female company. Their attention seems focused upon this image which points us (once again) to fly fishermen’s proclivity for unattainable fantasy, unrealistic expectations and delusions of grandeur.