I heard the other day that he's living in Idaho now. He's still doing videos for Far Banks and the locations look Idahoish.I think he moved back to the UK.
...which leaves the position of SW WA Speybro up for grabs!
I heard the other day that he's living in Idaho now. He's still doing videos for Far Banks and the locations look Idahoish.I think he moved back to the UK.
...which leaves the position of SW WA Speybro up for grabs!
Get outta my run!Now do Spey Grumps....
Back in my day, the quiet elegance of Spey fly fishing was a hallowed tradition, steeped in the serenity of nature and the skillful art of the cast. We respected the river's whisper and the fish's cunning, not like these new breed of flashy Spey bros with their garish gear and their incessant need to turn a time-honored pastime into a circus. It's an absolute mockery of the craft to see them parading around in their neon waders, slinging rods that cost more than a hard day's wage, all while that god-awful thumping music shatters the riverside peace. It's a disgrace, I tell you, a pure sign that the soul of fly fishing is being sold to the highest bidder.Now do Spey Grumps....
Okay Boomer!Mine break down while lined and go right here:
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That's Mr. Spey Boomer to you bro.Okay Boomer!
Yessir!That's Mr. Spey Boomer to you bro.
You got that right re hood mounts! Remember when a dumbass friend was on the pro staff for one of those hood mounted rod racks. It was suction and I told him I didn't think it was a good idea putting it on my truck with the sloping hood but he insisted and I gave in. Just before the Cherry Lane bridge at about 60mph I watch it lift off my hood and our two spey rods (his was a Burkie and Saracione) sailed thru the air.I can’t believe you all trust those hood mount contraptions or mounting your rod externally at all. Under the canopy and through the back glass it goes or broken down in two for shorter rigs.
Yup, I'm out. My short bed truck wont fit the 9144 broken in half, out the back window it will remain!You got that right re hood mounts! Remember when a dumbass friend was on the pro staff for one of those hood mounted rod racks. It was suction and I told him I didn't think it was a good idea putting it on my truck with the sloping hood but he insisted and I gave in. Just before the Cherry Lane bridge at about 60mph I watch it lift off my hood and our two spey rods (his was a Burkie and Saracione) lift off and sail thru the air.
Were his initials SG?You got that right re hood mounts! Remember when a dumbass friend was on the pro staff for one of those hood mounted rod racks. It was suction and I told him I didn't think it was a good idea putting it on my truck with the sloping hood but he insisted and I gave in. Just before the Cherry Lane bridge at about 60mph I watch it lift off my hood and our two spey rods (his was a Burkie and Saracione) lift off and sail thru the air.
Welp. Ya got me. Camped out on the fire roads off the Metolius. Headed down to the river around 7 going between 40 and 50 and all of a sudden I see all three rods falling off to the side and swinging around. Slammed on the breaks while swerving not to hit them. Luckily didn’t run anything over. Destroyed the fighting butts on my 8wt and euro (replaced both) and scuffed up the blanks as well as the end cap on my 4wt. I got REAL lucky it wasn’t worse. Unrelated (I think?) I broke the tip on my euro that day netting a whitefish (fuck yeah a whitey broke my rod). My buddy broke a rod that day to. It was a rough day, BUT it was also one of my best days numbers wise on the Met that I’ve had.I can’t believe you all trust those hood mount contraptions or mounting your rod externally at all. Under the canopy and through the back glass it goes or broken down in two for shorter rigs.
No, his initials are MM.Were his initials SG?
Perfect. Couldn't do it any better. Get off Jake's lawn you punks.Back in my day, the quiet elegance of Spey fly fishing was a hallowed tradition, steeped in the serenity of nature and the skillful art of the cast. We respected the river's whisper and the fish's cunning, not like these new breed of flashy Spey bros with their garish gear and their incessant need to turn a time-honored pastime into a circus. It's an absolute mockery of the craft to see them parading around in their neon waders, slinging rods that cost more than a hard day's wage, all while that god-awful thumping music shatters the riverside peace. It's a disgrace, I tell you, a pure sign that the soul of fly fishing is being sold to the highest bidder.
And don't even get me started on their obsession with social media. There was a time when the only thing you'd share was a nod of respect to a fellow angler or a tale over a pint at the pub. Now these youngsters are more concerned with capturing their 'epic' moments for likes and followers than actually immersing themselves in the craft. They've turned the riverbanks into their personal stage for vanity and validation, rather than a place to hone their skills and respect the tradition. It's a sad day indeed when the focus shifts from the graceful dance with the river to the shallow pursuit of online fame.