Archive for September, 2011

Free the Collect!

Posted in A Tribute, admit it -- it sucks, at least hippies get laid, boognish, Buster's Mustard, BWTF Luxury Tours, Chafed, Chapped, Corporate Fly Fishing Still Sucks, Ditch Fishing, Down the memory hole, Fish Local, fuck you you fucking fucks, Lower down on the foodchain, Orwellian Clownshow, Politics, Sack up, soul, sticking it to the man, strange water, Think-global-fish-local, THIS is gonna be painful, Time for Action, uppity mountain hippy extravaganza, Us vs. Them on September 30th, 2011 by Wook

“On the lower end, two fair-sized streams drained the interior. One rose from a series of springs that poured forth from hillocks around today’s 20th Street and Fifth Avenue. The Saponickan band living there called it Ishpetenga. It flowed southwest into the Hudson near the mouth of another trout stream. This one had its origins in a deep, fair-sized pond where Worth and Centre streets now cross. It flowed northwesterly, almost in a straight line, and became the course for today’s Canal Street. The pond was known as The Collect. The Dutch name for this trout pond was derived from one of its beaches, which they which they called Kalk Hoek – Chalk Point or Chalk Hook. It was given the name because the early Dutch settlers came here to collect the shells of freshwater mussels, which were ground and added to the mortar used to build their homes. When the English took over management of Manhattan in 1664 they assumed many of the Dutch words already in use for geographic features. Their inelegant pronunciation of Dutch turned the monosyllabic word “Kalk” (or “Chalk”) into the dissylable “Kal-leck”- hence, “Collect.” The pond’s name had nothing to do with collecting water in the area, as some writers have suggested, although it did have two small feeder streams. For decades, in the 1600s and 1700s, it was the source of drinking water for all of lower Manhattan’s residents. The Collect and its associated streams contained brook trout as late as 1740.”

- from Brook Trout by Nick Karas

Your Friday WTF moment.

Posted in All that is way fucking wrong, AWWW! It hurts my eyes, can't make this shit up, fuck you you fucking fucks, Give BEFORE it hurts, Salmon are Priceless, That sound is Ed Abbey spinning in his grave, Us vs. Them, Utterly Ridiculous on September 23rd, 2011 by G_Smolt
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Learned Troofs of Worldwide Angling Travel

Posted in arriving in style, Babywipe Nation, Bamboo - Not just for tweedbags, Boredom sets in, BWTF Luxury Tours, Know from where your dinner comes, Pucker Up, Redefining "Professional", SALT! on September 19th, 2011 by Tosh

Lesson #412:

Don’t be the token honky.

 

 

“Feels like Fall outside”

Posted in food, Know from where your dinner comes, Old Timey As Hayul, roots, soul, winter's comin' on September 17th, 2011 by G_Smolt

The Harvest Moon is on the wane, and the local flows are dropping and clearing in preparation for being put away for the winter. The low murmur of shotguns from the duck flats has replaced the steady background noise of the tourist industry, and the honking now comes from above as the first of the Southbound geese are winging in from the tundra. And after yesterday’s tilling of the bumper crop, the home fries are gonna taste particularly good this weekend.

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Must be Fall.

Denver – “It’s Just Really Good to Be Out Here.”

Posted in BWTF Luxury Tours, Capr!, clearing out the memory card, Corporate Fly Fishing Still Sucks, Did that really just happen?, Ditch Fishing, Down By Law, Flotsam, Friends of Buster, Of Marginal Importance, Revelry, the other brown water, The Redneck Riviera, You Won't Find This Shit On The Fly Fishing Rabbi on September 13th, 2011 by Smithhammer

 

MG's fridge. Opening it is like stumbling into a peep show where the strippers are in a tense standoff.

 

MG's vise. You saw the fridge, right? The man has life pared down to the absolute essentials. I'm beginning to think this is so that when he gets "the call," he can walk away from it all at a moment's notice and not look back.

 

 

Given the pastoral quality of the South Platte along this section (if you overlook the rebar and plastic sheeting), this sign seemed a little alarmist. Within a minute of wading in this water, a distinct burning sensation hit my legs. But it passed.

 

Landeen. Cyprinus. Two will enter. One will leave.

Don’t they usually name these things?

Posted in Boredom sets in, Damn the Weatherman, Hold on to your hats, River's Blown, the other brown water on September 4th, 2011 by G_Smolt

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For reference, that occluded front in the upper right hand corner is currently parked over my house, and the big spinny-looking low pressure thingy is on its way there shortly.

 

If you haven’t looked at a lot of meteorological surface maps and aren’t quite sure what you are looking at, here’s the accompanying text:

PKZ120-051500-
CAPE SUCKLING TO GORE POINT
400 PM AKDT SUN SEP 4 2011

HURRICANE FORCE WIND WARNING MONDAY

TONIGHT…SE WIND 20 KT INCREASING TO 40 KT AFTER MIDNIGHT. SEAS 10 FT. RAIN.
MON…E WIND 45 KT INCREASING TO 65 KT IN THE AFTERNOON. SEAS 15 FT BUILDING TO 25 FT IN THE AFTERNOON. RAIN.
MON NIGHT…E WIND 60 KT DIMINISHING TO 45 KT AFTER MIDNIGHT. SEAS 25 TO 30 FT. RAIN.
TUE…SE WIND 40 KT. SEAS 26 FT.

Aaaand the rather understated forecast for landlubbers…

MONDAY ...WINDY...RAIN...HEAVY AT TIMES. LOWS AROUND 51.

Guess that kinda puts a dent in the monday afternoon fishing plans.

I Heart Bi-Mart

Posted in Buster Saving You Money Everyday, BWTF Seal Of Approval, No Thanks - I have enough bait, stuff fly fishermen love, The Redneck Riviera on September 4th, 2011 by banknote

Now, that’s what I call merchandising.