SCOF Summer Mystery Movie Series: TONIGHT

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Come one, come all…The SCOF Summer Mystery Movie Series (SSMMS for short) is upon us once again. Food will be provided by Farm To Fender food truck, drinks by the Cascade Lounge, a pair of Costas of your choosing to be raffled off provided by Costa, and some pisctorial film noir provided by your friendly neighborhood SCOF. Show will start around 8:45 but the loitering will get going around 6:00. See you tonight….

XOXOXXXXXXOOOOX,
Dave

The Great Re-Lining: Part Deux

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Sooooooo, we left off last time right about here The Great Re-Lining. This time I thought it might be good to get into the nuts and bolts of spooling your own reels. Notice I said spool your own, that is in direct contrast to letting whatever shop monkey happens to be working that day do it. I’m not trying to be mean, as I was formerly said shop monkey, but you wouldn’t let a stranger give you an enema so why would you let one spool your reel. Bad knots, reels spooled backwards, and sloppy line distribution plague many shop spooled reels, the numbers climb exponentially when you take into account big box spooled reels. So here’s how I spool, because mama didn’t raise no fool.

Backing

For trout, panfish, both small jaw and large jaw bass, amongst many other smaller fair I use 20lb dacron. For your apex predators , and for those fish that really pull (tarpon, bonefish, big striper, etc..) I prefer a 30lb in a gel spun if at all possible. Don’t trust manufacturers recommendations on backing capacities. I have a sneaky suspicion both the backing companies and the reel companies have been conspiring together (much like a cabal) with the sole purpose of driving me bat shit crazy by having to either re-spool backing or cut a bunch out based on their ridiculous “manufacturer” recommendations. My general rule of pinkies is leave about one pinky width of space on the spool for line. If you have gigantic pinkies adjust accordingly. Go ahead and attach you backing with an arbor knot. Click here to see it animated…like a cartoon…about a knot.

Backing To Line

There’s a million ways to skin a cat and then serve it as a rabbit. Nail knots are fine, but a pain in the ass. I really prefer a loop to loop connection here for the ease of switching lines. The only acceptable way to put a loop into backing is the Bimini twist or the fabled double Bimini. Yes, on your lower line weight reels this is killing a fly with a cruise missile, but once you learn to do the twist with the ease of Fats Domino why do anything else. I move up to the double Bimini when I go up to my big game gear because I dig redundancy.

Click here for the Bimini and here for the Double.

Now  to the line. Most manufacturers have started putting loops on both ends of the line direct from the factory. I never used to trust these loops as I have seen them explode at the worst moments all too often. These days I tolerate them on my lower line weight reels as a byproduct of my laziness. In general though I am a big fan of whipping my own loops. Whipping loops also comes in handy when there’s not a loop on either end of the line to. Check out this Gink and Gasoline post on proper loop whipping technique and whip it good.

A Note On Winding It All Up

I found a shop spooling machine on ebay for a very reasonable price and it is choice. Short of that, put a nail in a wall, put the spool of line or backing on that nail and go to town. In a pinch a buddy holding the line spool with a pencil through the hole will achieve the same result.

So now you know, and knowing is half the battle. Look out for the next and final installment: Line Selection

Movie Night Y’all

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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

SCOF Winter 2016 “Bless Your Heart” Issue Is Live

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The Winter “Bless Your Heart” Issue has rolled into town with legs and arms akimbo. The new issue is brimming with content hot enough to vanquish the doldrums of winter, and rhetoric ballsy enough to slap a grown man in the face. We’re also giving away a Vedavoo/SCOF co-lab TL Beast sling. The rules are up on Facebook for the contest, and as always the issue is free for the people.

 

Photography Friday Is Back…Again…For At Least the Twenty Third Time

Today we would like to introduce the newest member of the SCOF staff, photographer Rand Harcz. Local to Asheville, Rand has been plying his craft for a number of years now. Recently indoctrinated to fly fishing Rand has turned his camera to all things piscatorial in the name of SCOF. Featured in last issue’s Nolichucky Gorge feature, and featured again in a striper article for the next issue, you should get used to seeing Rand’s photography work around these hallowed halls. Almost as invaluable as his photography skills, is his ability to roll a cigarette one handed. Awesome Sauce.

I am reposting my own post….weird.

I wrote a little ditty up for orvisnews.com the other day. Thought y’all might dig it.

I have been a part of many a river clean-up. Usually we pick up trash from along the banks and everyone goes home content, but knowing that a darker pile of garbage was left in the river, and will be there the next time we come back. The tires that inhabit way too large a number of our Southern waterways seem immovable and endless. They stay there for decades. We Southerners learn to mark fish by certain tires — the big one is behind the third tire down, fifth from the right sort of thing.

The Orvis “Get The Tread Out” Campaign was conceived at the Orvis East Coast Guide Rendezvous last February. This past October, with the help of Orvis, E. Mountain Sports Ltd., Sweetwater Brewing, Southern Culture On The Fly magazine, and a lot of other fine folks, a group of more than 30 intrepid fly fishing garbage men (and women) got the tread out so to speak – literally. The South Holston River is down 300 tires, and I feel awesome about it.

We armed ourselves with homemade gaffs, grappling hooks, and good old-fashioned mushroom anchors. Backs were strained, boats were dirtied, and a difference was made. Three hundred tires, two sidewalk newspaper boxes, a broken toilet with the bathroom floor still attached, a TV from the ‘70s (as evidenced by the dial), and one super creepy doll head was our bounty. This giant pile of refuse is no longer in the river, and it only took a day. Who knows? We might be able to clean every tire out of the river in a week? Two weeks? A month? Whatever that period of time may be, it’s not forever and eternity. Just because the tires have been there since you or I have been fishing the river doesn’t mean it has to stay that way for generations to come. All it takes is a boat and someone willing to get them out.

Thank you to Orvis, E. Mountain Sports Ltd., Sweetwater Brewing, and especially to all the people who put their backs and boats into really cleaning up the South Holston that fine day. Thank you for the amazing sense of accomplishment and mindset that we don’t have to live with it anymore.

-David Grossman

The Things You Find In E. Tennessee On A Thursday

P1010384   Maybe my luck is finally changing…..We found some things besides legs as well….

Sail Away, Jet Boat…Sail Away

IMG_0508 This is the story of how I wound up with Steve’s Towee. Be warned, this is a sad tale of stupidity and poor trailer management. You might want to shoo the little ones out of the room. Like most times in life that I do idiotic things, this day was no different. I had just picked up the truck from the mechanic with a new fuel pump that not only cost me $600, but even more importantly cost me two days of wife/kid-free fishing plans. In a hurry and pissed off, I tried to attach the trailer to the truck so as to move the boat into the garage from the one other flat spot on the mountain where the tow truck driver had left it the day before. The only problem was there was no way for me to get the truck straight to the trailer without driving off the mountain. So I figured I would come in at angle, get the ball halfway on, pull the boat out a little, chock the wheels and straighten up to it.

Notice I never said I would put on the safety chains. Always put your safety chains on kids. Always. Everything seemed to be going smooth for about five seconds, and then the trailer came smoothly off the ball and rocketed itself down my mountain directly into a tree. I really can’t even describe the gut-wrenching feeling in my stomach as I watched my beloved sail down the mountain in my rearview mirror. The closest I can come is, it’s like the stomachache one gets when your friend just nicks your testicle while trying to nut you, deep and painful.

The aftermath was a completely broken out transom, and an entire jet boat full of self-loathing. The boat is being cannibalized as I write this to pay for my new boat, which is Steve’s old boat. The hull — now rendered useless — will be incorporated into my kid’s play set (maybe as a sand box)? The only thing I’ve learned from this incident is that I’m an idiot. A giant idiot. It’s been a month now, and as I write this, my stomach aches no less. I’m considering having a set of scarlet safety chains tattooed on my person like an “A” so I never forget again, and my shame will be on public display forever more.

~ Dave