The Great Re-Lining

After 20 plus years fly fishing I have accumulated some tackle. By some tackle, I mean a whole room full. Over the years I have bought rods and reels at full retail, guide discount, and magazine editor discount. I highly recommend the magazine editor discount.At this point in my life I fish o a lot of different species, in a lot of different situations. My dream is to have a rod, reel, and line ready to go, with no re-rigging needed. I’ve finally got the rod and reel end covered, so the last piece of the puzzle will be line.

Fly lines are the most important least understood part of a fly fishing setup. You can spend $1500 on the highest end nano carbon rod and anodized reel with an arbor size more reminiscent of Flavor Flav than Lee Wulff, but if you put a dog of a line on it, it’s gonna cast like what comes out the back of said dog. Some rods want a line a size up, just like some redfish pop up and require a quick short loading line. Rods only work the way you want them to when the right line for the right situation is running through the eyes.

With a lot of help from our friends at Scientific Anglers (fine purveyors of fly fishing lines and other piscatorial oddities), I am now attempting to put together my ultimate species specific, situationally astute, Southern fly fishing quiver. I figured my journey to tackle nirvana might make for interesting fodder on the topic of rod and line selection for the modern day obsessed angler. So let’s get started shall we…

The first step in undertaking a project this size is to organize, and organization without a table is like pb with no j, or koolaid with no sugar. I compiled all my most important earthly possessions into a neat little word table.

Dave’s Bangin’ Rod/Reel Catalog

Rod Reel New Line Species/Setup
Sage 7 ½ 3 wt Lamson Radius X Blue Line
Orvis Superfine Glass

7 ½ 3 wt

Peerless X Blue Line/DH
Orvis H2

9’ 4wt


Battenkill II

SA Wavelength

Trout 4wt

Dry Fly/Dry Dropper
Sage 99


Ross Evolution SA Wavelength

MPX 4wt

Boat Nymph/Dry

11’3” 4wt Switch

Lamson Litespeed SA Adapt Switch

280 grain

Euro/Trout Spey
S. Fork Rod Co.

8’ 5/6 wt

Pflueger (old) SA Wavelength

MPX 6wt.


Top Water

Orvis H2

10’ 5wt




SA Wavelength

MPX 5wt

Boat Nymph
Scott S4

9’ 5wt

Lamson Litespeed SA Wavelength

MPX 5wt

Wading Trout
Sage Z Axis

9’ 5wt

Lamson Guru SA Wavelength

MPX 5wt

Wading Trout
Clutch 9’ 6wt Orvis Hydros II SA Wavelength

Titan 6wt

Topwater Bass/Carp/Floating Streamer
St Croix Bank Robber

9’ 6wt

Buelah Platinum

9’9” 7wt

Ross Gunnison


SA Sonar Triple Density


Trout/Bass Streamers
Orvis H2

11’3” 7wt Switch

Ross Gunnison Salt X Smallie Swinging/Steel Head
Orvis H2

8’9” 8wt 1pc


NV 10/11

SA Mastery Redfish


Scott G

8’8” 8wt

Lamson Konic SA Sonar Titan Intermediate 8wt Intermediate

Striper/Small Mouth

TFO Mangrove

9’ 8wt

Cheeky SA Sonar Triple Density


Big Streamers


Echo Prime

8’10” 8wt


Back Country

SA Sharkwave Saltwater 8wt Carp/Redfish


Sage RPL+

9’ 8wt

Tibor Everglades SA Mastery Saltwater 8wt Travel salt
Orvis T3

9’ 9wt

Galvan Torque SA Mastery Saltwater 9wt Florida/Louisiana Rod
Buelah Bluewater

9’ 10/11 wt


Thrash 475

Sonar Triple Density


Echo Prime

8’10” 11wt


Opti Big

X Tarpon/Musky/Shark

Now besides giving y’all an exact list of things to steal, this table helped me answer some questions of what I fish, how I fish it, and how many rods do I need dedicated to it. Really a nifty little exercise. Once I sorted out all the sorted details, the next step was making the call to the boys at SA to make my OCD a reality. FullSizeRenderIn our next installment we’ll get down to dirty business of re-spooling all these reels and in the third installment I’ll give a rough outline as to the method behind my line madness.


Movie Night Y’all


Less than a week to go till the first installment of The SCOF Summer Mystery Movie Series. A couple of updates:
  •  The movie is free, but a portion of all bar, food, and vendor proceeds will be donated to the French Broad Riverkeeper for monitoring, improvement, and over all well being of the French Broad River right here in our backyard.
  • The featured vendor for the first installment of movie night will be our good friend Danny Reed of Crooked Creek Holler apparel. He’ll have a table set up with his new spring line of gear and the best thing is you won’t have to pay shipping.
Festivities start at 6, the movie starts at dusk on the trailer. Cascade Lounge will be providing the hooch, and Ron’s Taco Shop will be slinging’ tortillas.
We also have a pretty sick swag raffle for you folks to. Come on down to the Asheville Food Park, and remember to bring your own chair.
– Dave

6 Rules for the Seat Next to Mine



A good many of us will hit the road this season in search of far-off destinations to chase fish with fly. While I can’t control the success of your trip, I can make the drive there more tolerable for the most important person in the car: the driver. For too long people have called shotgun without really thinking about what the job entails, and yes it is a job. If you want to be lazy, sit in the back and keep your mouth shut. If you’re going to sit up front, you best act like you deserve it. Here are some rules for your role on the road.

1. No sleeping, unless consent is given by the driver. If I don’t get to sleep behind the wheel, so neither do you.

2. Handle all navigation. This has gotten a lot easier with GPS, but if we get lost, I’m looking to my right because it is your fault.

3. Handle all musical requirements. This does not mean play whatever the hell you want. I don’t care how awesome the new track is you just downloaded. The driver has veto power in these situations.

4. No long, dramatic phone calls with your wife/girlfriend. Everyone in the car is in the doghouse with their significant other for the mere act of leaving. We don’t need to hear the aftermath of your “abandonment” the whole way there. This rule also holds for the opposite. Nobody wants to hear you cooing to your girl, and emasculating yourself for the sake of love. It’s a fishing trip for f’s sake.

5. Don’t look scared while I drive. There is nothing worse than looking over from the driver’s seat and seeing your passenger white knuckling in the face of imaginary impending doom. If you don’t like the way I drive, keep it to yourself. I’m driving.

6. Last but not least, it is your job to apply all mayonnaise to my cajun chicken biscuits (same goes for hot sauce and steak biscuits). I would do it myself, but I’m driving.

With these few simple rules, I’ll be more than happy to drive any of you anywhere…

~ Dave

Redfish Love In The Time Of Cholera

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,


Toccoa River Update

There have been goings ons down on the Toccoa, so let’s get everyone up to speed. In Capt. Kent Klewein’s editorial on the Toccoa in the fall issue it was stated that the Toccoa had not been stocked at the time of writing, which was true. The Toccoa did get stocked however, before we released the magazine and due to editor error (I’m an asshole) the copy went out uncorrected. So in order to make things right I am taking full responsibility for the error and have talked to John Deemer, the head dude in charge of the Toccoa at GADNR, and learned that since October 1st, there have been a total of 41,823 trout stocked in the Toccoa tailwater. Of this obscene number 21,023 were fingerling Rainbows; 10,000 were fingerling Browns; 5000 were catchable Rainbows; 5000 were catchable Browns, 500 were catchable Brookies; and 300 were brood stock. According to Mr. Deemer the fingerlings are in the 3-4″ range, the catchable trout are on average 9″, and the brood stock fish average over 3 pounds.   These fish were spread out by volunteers and DNR employees at over 23 sites on the Toccoa river. So there it is, just the facts.

I also talked to Kent this morning who informed me that the Toccoa River Coalition held a public meeting last Thursday in Blue Ridge, GA that approximately a hundred locals and interested parties attended. The purpose of the meeting was to gauge public sentiment towards instituting special regulations that would promote the development of a trophy trout fishery on the Toccoa. From my understanding (I was not there) the room was divided in a typical fly vs. spin demarcation.

In my humble opinion the fact that the GADNR has stocked the Toccoa with a more than healthy amount of fish is great news for everyone that cares about the Toccoa (especially for those that rely on the river, and people fishing the river, for their livelihoods). The question becomes, how long will those fish last in the river under current regulations? Which leads to another question, with federal hatcheries on the chopping block and state budgets in the crapper, how sustainable are those kind of stocking numbers in the future? I guess time will tell.

To stay current with what’s going down on the Toccoa check out The Toccoa River Watershed Coalition’s website here.

– Dave

Friday Strange

Not really related to the fishing world, but just too weird not to mention.  Caught this story in the Wall Street Journal yesterday.  Kind of makes me want to move to California…I’ve never shot a zebra…I wonder where I could find a rich guy in North Carolina with a Giraffe worth harvesting?

3 escaped zebras shot near Hearst Ranch

CAMBRIA, Calif., Jan. 13 (UPI) — A California rancher says he shot two zebras that escaped from the Hearst Ranch because they were spooking his horses.

One of Dave Fiscalini’s neighbors in Cambria shot the third zebra last week, the Los Angeles Times reports.

Many other residents were upset by the killings. Fiscalini called a taxidermist about preserving one zebra’s hide.

“He wants to make a rug,” said Rosemary Anderson, the taxidermist’s wife, told the Times. “You can’t believe the controversy.”

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– Dave

Post Turkey Day Quandry

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone. I fried a turkey for the family, one more time beating the odds and not blowing up myself or my home up…it’s just a matter of time really. I am now 20 pounds heavier and at least 20 years gassier. There will be no fishing for me today, but I got out with Steve last week to beat up on some DH fish for a few hours. Looking back through the pictures, a question emerged:

Which do you think disturbed Steve more?

When I caught this first cast slab of rainbow out of the hole he had abandoned after working it for fifteen minutes


When he happened on what can only be described as Bambi’s recent decapitation on his way back to the truck?

Gotta love the wildlife spottings in Western North Carolina this time of year.

– Dave