I am in the middle of the work week and all I can think about is étouffée and bull reds. We head to the bayou next week to film and photograph the saltwater feature for the next issue. The trip is gonna be slightly off the hizzie (I just said that). We’re hanging out with Capt. Gregg Arnold and his crew for the week so I figure it might be appropriate to share with you all what I have been doing this week instead of working…looking up redfish film noir on the vimeo. Enjoy, because I know we will.
…and last but not least some tips from Capt. Gregg for coming down to fish Louisiana. I think I might be getting yelled at…
Caught this trailer from Water Line Media over at Midcurrent today. I have to admit that I haven’t made it down to the Gulf yet to tangle with the monstrosities they call Bull Reds down there, but that is a wrong that will be righted soon…very soon.
So I am snowed in again here in WNC. I am pretty sure that I am not getting off the mountain for a few days so expect my ramblings to progressively devolve until the end of the week when I will most likely just be writing out grunts and fart noises. ”Snowed in” has become a pretty constant state of affairs around here, but last week I was able to get out and about for a couple of days, which I promptly spent stooped over Steve’s laptop creating the fine piece of SCOF original film noir I present here today (looking back I probably should have cut some more firewood, but in the end that is the sacrifice we here at SCOF make for hilarity). The language is a little more salty than you would find in a typical episode of The Smurfs, (I did hear Gargamel cussed like a sailor off camera though) but in our defense, we have absolutely no control over what the cartoon character versions of ourselves do or say…those guys are a couple of real assholes. So without further ado, enjoy our little fly fishing anime project and expect more of these little nuggets of funny in the weeks and months to come. Oh yeah, and if anybody has a copy of The Shining they want to lend me, I am developing an uncontrollable urge to watch that movie over, and over, and over, and over, and over…
The time change has officially thrown me for a loop. I get hungry at 11 am, tired at 9pm, and usually have to poop around 4am…disturbing stuff. All this shifting of the space time continuum can mean only one thing…Old Man Winter is about to say, “Brrrr.” Winter is usually the time of the year that guides actually get to hold a rod and last winter was no different. My buddies over at Bent Rod Media spent a day with two of the best in the business last year — Dave Hise (Casters Fly Shop) and Landon Mayer (Norse God of Sight Fishing to Monster Trout). The scene was Uncle Dave’s private pig farm in Virginia and all that swine on display really makes me hungry for some bacon. Mmmmm….bacon.
