Yes we are parents to, and our kids will be fly fisherman…even if it kills us.
So take your kids fishing, but just remember…ask permission first if you’re going to take someone else’s kids fishing.
We hope everyone had a happy holidays, full of seasonal cheer and debauchery. Now that we are past the main shopping season we figure it would be a good idea to drop some new merch’ on the masses. We are not all that serious about most things here at SCOF, but one thing we don’t tend to mess around on, is the subject of hats. A good hat is like a good dog. or an even more significant other. Your life will never be as rich as when you have a good fishing hat. The loss of a good fishing hat has been known to send folks on a downward spiral of mourning and self hate that can only be quelled by winding up hatless, drunk, and in the gutter or finding a new hat. Well, hopefully our limited edition run of SCOF hats can keep some of ya’ll sober and out of the gutter. Get them in trucker and non-trucker versions at the SCOF store along with the normal compliment of hoodies, T’s, and stickers.
We finally made our way though our Arkansas pics. These pics are the best of the rest that aren’t going to be in the winter feature (january release by the way). I think it pretty much goes without saying that Arkansas was good…real good. We want give a special shout out, roller rink style, to Jamie Rouse and Matt Milner of Jamie Rouse Fly Fishing Adventures, as well as the fellas over at Fat Possum Hollow for making our first time in Arkansas gentle yet awesome.
Got a sweet email from a fireman friend of SCOF;
We entered a bbq competition this weekend. Proceeds went to help those victims burned in fires, and the surgeons that help them.
By the way, WE WON THAT BITCH! Here are some pics to do whatever you like with them.
Winston Salem Fire Dept
So a couple of things can be taken from Jason’s story.
Thanks Jason for sending in the pics, and thanks to your whole crew for putting it on the line for idiots like us.
Support your local Fire Department,
SCOF’s resident fly tying slave laborer, Thomas Harvey, supplied Steve with a fine Balsa Popper, we have dubbed, “The Purp”, for his annual Turkey inspired migration to the Florida Lake Country. It seems Florida Bass love Carolina Flies as much as we do. Check out Thomas’ newest creation, the Plus Size Bait Fish in the new issue of This Is Fly, and then make sure you look high and low in our winter issue for another of what we like to call, “flies from heaven that fish like angel kisses”.
Got back last night from a two-day “business” trip down to the low country. Got to hang out and fish with a bunch of good folks including (but not limited to): Capt. Paul Rose, the dudes from Low Country Fly Shop, Mad Mike Benson, and some dude that after a few cocktails was very convincing in his role as Gary Busey…I later found out he was not Gary Busey…he wasn’t even Nick Nolte for that matter. The next question is, “How was the fishing?”. Well, it sucked if you must know. Two days…one rat….and a whole lot of blind casting. The fish were there, the wind blew, and the sun was much like a set of pasties…just enough to get you excited, but never really giving you what you want in the end. The more salt I fish, the more it seems that I am the unluckiest man on the planet, and also that the weatherman must pay for his incompetance…pay dearly. Like all road trips though, good times were had, and the people you meet stick with you a lot longer than the fish you catch…oh yeah, and my liver hurts. Enjoy some pics with very few fish.
I have the plague. I was given the plague by my son, who was given the plague by one of the other petri dishes in his class. It’s a vicious cycle really. The only light at the and of my mucas filled tunnel is knowing that, come Sunday I’ll be on the front of a skiff in the low country. We met Capt. Paul Rose at the WNC Fly Fishing Expo and over some late in the evening cocktails (we’re old so think 9:30 -10:00 here) a plan was hatched. We make it a general rule not to turn down invitations on other peoples boats, although there are a couple dingy offers floating around that I will have nothing to do with on princaple alone. Paul is out of the Charlotte area and guides both redfish out of Charleston and carp on Lake Norman making him the premier utility player of Piedmont based fly fishing guides (there are more then you would think…like six). Between now and then I have hired a shaman (he might just be a homeless guy…I have a pretty high fever) to follow me around driving the evil spirits from my flu riddled body. If that doesn’ work I’m thinking of a full colon cleanse, beacuse one way or another I’m going fishing.
I have no idea what’s going on right now,