Indulge me, I'm reminiscing.
We're looking at an old film photo from the late 1970's. Kodachrome, just like the Paul Simon song.
This is Montana, before the river (and everyone else) ran through it.
The camera was set on self timer and rested on streamside rocks.
A selfie if you will. I was way ahead of todays kids and their cell phones.
More nimble and quicker then, I had ten seconds to run for the water while making the resulting shot look like I was fishing. I think that I was shooting around twelve feet of line. Backwards.
Back then my dry fly arsenal consisted of a few crudely tied Humpy's. Some folks called them Goofus Bugs. For me, matching the hatch was pretty simple. Open fly box. Ponder. Which one? Hmm... I think I'll pick a Humpy.
Graphite rods were in their infancy. I couldn't afford one made of bamboo by Orvis. So, the fly rod was fiberglass. I built it. Now really, who "builds" a fly rod? I just bought the blank from D…
We're looking at an old film photo from the late 1970's. Kodachrome, just like the Paul Simon song.
This is Montana, before the river (and everyone else) ran through it.
The camera was set on self timer and rested on streamside rocks.
A selfie if you will. I was way ahead of todays kids and their cell phones.
More nimble and quicker then, I had ten seconds to run for the water while making the resulting shot look like I was fishing. I think that I was shooting around twelve feet of line. Backwards.
Back then my dry fly arsenal consisted of a few crudely tied Humpy's. Some folks called them Goofus Bugs. For me, matching the hatch was pretty simple. Open fly box. Ponder. Which one? Hmm... I think I'll pick a Humpy.
Graphite rods were in their infancy. I couldn't afford one made of bamboo by Orvis. So, the fly rod was fiberglass. I built it. Now really, who "builds" a fly rod? I just bought the blank from D…