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Sunday, April 20. 2014

Yesterday, outdoors all day in the woods with bamboo fly rods

A view from ye olde fishing club yesterday morning.


Bird list, while trying to focus on the fishing: GB Heron, Mallards, Bluebirds, Robin, RW Blackbird, Carolina Wren, Chipping Sparrow, Song Sparrow, Downy WP, Red Bellied WP, WB Nuthatch, Tree Swallows, Turkey Vulture, Sharp Shinned Hawk, Red-Tailed Hawk, Phoebe.


There was a good hatch yesterday including Mayflies.


















A few more stream/fishing pics, and related pics, below the fold -


 Next year's firewood, for the place



A good splitter



Good useful vehicles



At the morning drawing, we drew a good beat:








After the stream and its pools, we wet some flies in this pond and I worked on my casting in a stiff breeze. I am not very good at it. Fly-fishing is the most sporting and least effective way of getting supper.



Posted by Bird Dog in Hunting, Fishing, Dogs, Guns, etc., Our Essays at 00:47 | Comments (6) | Trackbacks (0)

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I miss New England in the Spring - something magical about the crisp air, the moving water and the great trout fishing.

Down here in the great state of South Carolina, it goes from crisp air to warm air to hot air, bare trees to full leaf, in the space of three weeks. Once the dogwoods bloom, it's all over.

Great pics - although I must confess I DO NOT miss heating my home with wood - nope, not at all.
#1 Tom Francis on 2014-04-20 09:01 (Reply)
As a bamboo fly rod maker myself, I congratulate you !
May I ask, who is the maker of your rod?
#2 Marv on 2014-04-20 12:19 (Reply)
I will ask Gwynnie to answer that.
#2.1 Bird Dog on 2014-04-20 18:25 (Reply)
We were using an old E C Powell 8'/9' 5wt and a newish Jim Haynie 7'6 with 4wt and "Sylk" line. Stream is dark, slow & deep, so we used beaded 14 nymphs and conehead woolly buggers in 12. Planted club stream: brooks and Kamloops rainbows. Pond nearby with hold-over steelhead generally 17"-20" size. Fishing was slow - blue sky was unusual for us here so they were cautious!
#2.2 Gwynne on 2014-04-21 08:40 (Reply)
Lovely pictures. Like Captain Tom, these pictures evoke my memories of spring in New England. In Texas, spring isn't that big a deal, because the winter is so pleasant- for the most part like November in New England. The harshness of the New England winter makes spring seem of greater importance than in warmer climes.

One springtime memory of New England which a picture cannot evoke is that of the spring peepers. When you hear spring peepers, you know that spring has arrived: a most welcome sound, indeed. My childhood home was surrounded on two side by a swamp, and on one side by a stream, so the sound of spring peepers is seared into my memory.
#3 Gringo on 2014-04-20 12:23 (Reply)
Who can ever forget visiting small New England ponds in late spring and observing masses (or strings) of jelly-like frogs' eggs everywhere? Then later returning to observe the hatched tadpoles scurrying through the water.
#4 Earl T on 2014-04-21 08:41 (Reply)

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