Fly Shop Guy

I found this in the Humor Section of The Drake Magazine's website: www.drakemag.com. Though I am female, I was definitely the Fly Shop Guy for a couple of years. My stint at a southern university was only three years, but Number three could not be more true! BBT are PFP (have no idea what I'm saying, huh)!


Fly Shop Guy
1.Fly shop guy is staunchly heterosexual, twenty¬something, and uncertain of his politics.
2.Fly shop guy spent six or seven years at a southern university and is named Justin, Jeremy, Jonathan, Gifford, Trevor, Tripp or Tristan.
3.Fly shop guy will say things across the river when fishing is poor like, "Holy shit, dude, even the choice runs are total bunkweed schwagg water!" No one knows what the hell he is saying.
4.Fly shop guy lost last month's rent on a roulette wheel in Reno.
5.Fly shop guy has guided "half a season" on the Bighorn or the Snake and he drinks Fat Tire, not Budweiser.
6.The recipe for fly shop guy's fly shop sales attitude is: 1/4 marijuana attention deficit disorder, 1/4 morose indifference, 1/4 chronic exaggeration, 1/4 wassup dude.
7.Fly shop guy, will sometimes pin his sparkling new dory against a concrete bridge piling of a large western river. He will swim ashore, thumb a ride back to town, then hours-sometimes days-later, attempt to remove said dory with lengths of climbing rope and a luxury suburban. Generally, he is unsuccessful.
8.Fly shop guy thinks every foul-hooked whitey is a twenty-inch brown.
9.Fly shop guy is organizing $8.99 Rainer 18-packs, TJ's Exxon Station goodies, two dozen dogs, and a pile of other fly shop guys for a party float down the Madison during your favorite stonefly hatch.
10.Eventually, all things-even fly shop guys-merge into one, and a river filled with their empties and discarded fishing equipment runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some rocks are timeless fiberglass markings from fly shop guy's rowing mishaps. Under the rocks are the frequently stoned, inarticulate, nutrient-leaching words and some of the words are his. I am haunted by fly shop guy.
-Andrew Steketee

Idaho's Big Brown Trout!

Check out Idaho Nature Notes' January 14, 2008 entry:

http://idahonaturenotes.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html

Come catch a big trout in Idaho!

Texas Women Fly Fishers

Check out the article I wrote about Brown Drakes on Silver Creek in the Texas Women Fly Fisher's October 2007 Newsletter below:

http://www.twff.net/newsletters/

Record Silver Creek Brown!

So...the largest trout, maybe fish, of my life!!!!!!!!! About 33" brown caught at dark on Silver Creek with the new fish slayer...a black deer hair mouse. It was bending a seven weight over pretty good and my cussing was only halted by the tears brought on by a Russian size brownie. Definitely a gorgeous fish and it was so large only half of it fit in the net. We're sending the last two pictures into fishing mags for publication.

Huge Silver Creek Brown

The year of the brown. Paddy's fishing zen is at its peak. This 26ish brown was caught on the creek on a Green Drake--yes--a dry fly. An absolutely gorgeous fish right before sunset.

I'm Back!

The Sand Hill has hibernated for quite a while, but I'm back! I've been in Ketchum for about a month and am enjoying the fifteen hours of daylight. I've done a bit of work on my thesis, but I've been very busy with work. I'm Membership Assistant at Wood River Land Trust www.woodriverlandtrust.org, and am at Lost River Outfitters the rest of the time. I've made some time for fishing, some bouldering, and just got my bike out last night. Things are great and when I finish my thesis in September I'll be home free (just in time to get the skis out!). Tight lines and enjoy!

These are Brown Drakes!