Guide broke one of my rods once slamming a Trooper rear door on it.
Breaking a rod has probably happened to everybody
Guide broke one of my rods once slamming a Trooper rear door on it.
Breaking a rod has probably happened to everybody
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Shit I have like 8 broken rods sitting next to me right now...I don't even want to think how many I've broken since I started fly fishing. You'd think the safety meetings would help lol.
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Oh this is the fourth or so rod I've broken but somehow the dumbest way yet
You'd think I'd be less dumb by now
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okay well breaking my rod got me big sympathy points from stbmrstgapp and encouragement to stay out later fishing
end of the evening, super slow night, missed a few earlier in the evening but i really wanted some form of redemption
heard a fish rising in a back eddy, but couldn't see either the fish or my flies for that matter - cast to where i thought the fish was and i set after hearing the rise
glad i kept fishing, i so rarely see cutties on my home water that this was really special
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Last edited by tgapp; 06-24-2025 at 10:24 PM.
Thanks to Tgapp for introducing me to fly fishing!If he keeps breaking rods, I'm gonna start calling him Bill:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hoQIljOKwpo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iK_h-2kot6s&t=2s
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Got another one on the salmon fly this morning. Might be my last hoorah for big bugs this year.
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Dang
Nice couple of browns!
y'all gettin' into some real beauts
had an errand to run and a rod in my car, stopped for half an hour to make a couple casts, found another nice cutty who wanted to eat a hopper
not as much fishing as i could manage before having a baby but i am so grateful i can get out with this frequency
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Last edited by Self Jupiter; 06-26-2025 at 08:51 AM. Reason: Will come back to add pics
Hey Rasputin,Originally Posted by Rasputin;[emoji[emoji6[emoji640
I have some nice wading boots you can have for free.
Patagucci vibram sole with aluminum traction bars. Decent shape, not new, not beat up, halfway between.
Can’t use them in a boat unless you remove the traction bars. Great for wading.
Size (twelve) which fit my size (eleven) wide foot wearing neoprene booties or waders.
PM if you want them.
edit: removed emoji bombs
"Zee damn fat skis are ruining zee piste !" -Oscar Schevlin
"Hike up your skirt and grow a dick you fucking crybaby" -what Bunion said to Harry at the top of The Headwaters
Jong questions inbound, sorry if this is the wrong place for them. I just smashed my collarbone to bits in the bike park and will hopefully get it put back together soon, but definitely have a while off the bike. Once I can hike again without fear of re-injury, is fly fishing something I can do with limited range of motion/strength in one arm? I've been fly fishing once several years ago but don't really have any experience, or any of the gear. I also have a work trip in a few months to the part of Alaska that doesn't really have any obvious after-work activities besides fishing, so maybe this is an opportunity to try that out.
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It's my left (non-dominant) one, so I guess the reel arm?
Thanks for the offer! I'm in NM but I might hit you up if I make it up north.
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Dry fly season has been solid! Wifey has a good brown trout streak running. Hopefully it continues this weekend.
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Her streak did indeed continue. JPCM started one of his own.
It was a Huge weekend.
Even whitey was eating dries.
We stuck some nice ones.
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The big sky
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^^^ beautiful spot to hang out ^^^
Her streak is most definitely still alive! Big fish eating dry flies!! Good hanging with you guys this weekend
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New, (ginormous), net:
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Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
One more w/ old school, (skifishbum), posing, (with glove for added effect).![]()
Well maybe I'm the faggot America
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda
Well now, I just got back into town after being gone 16 days on a far flung non-flyfishing trip, and wow, much has come to pass, so many big browns, strong work fishermags!
The night before last I had a dream that I fell in the river. I had forgotten about it though, as I went forth for my first outing after returning to town. I tried to get up early, but it didn't take, and I eventually made it to the river a bit after ten, on a day that was forecast to reach 96 degrees. Though it was hot, there was enough of an intermittent breeze to keep me from feeling overwhelmed by the heat, aided as I was by standing in the river up to my crotch.
The fish were not enamored by the beauty of the sunny day, and I only had the occasional little trout rise to nip at my chubby chernobyl. I tried many nymph patterns hanging off the chubby, but most were unsuccessful. I managed to hook myself in the face with a large Pat's rubberlegs which was redirected by a gust of wind.
After hours of not catching anything, I looked up from the water, and was amazed at the beauty of the skies, then took some pictures of the amazing summer clouds.
I decided to ford the river in a spot which I did often late last summer into fall, and at even higher water than yesterday, but apparently runoff had shifted the bottom, and it ended up deeper and faster than I had anticipated, about the time I lost my footing, I recalled the dream of falling in the river. I got my feet back under me before I could be swept away, but I took about a half gallon of water into my waders. Strangely and wonderfully, neither my camera, nor my cell got wet enough to cause malfunction. I opened and set out my fly boxes, pack and camera case in the sun to dry out while I continued fishing
Eventually I managed to belly snag a six inch cutthroat which had the temerity to take the large chubby. Then later a thirteen inch whitefish took the Pat's.
I was overheating, hungry, and had a few miles to hike back to the truck, so I forded the river in a place which was still easy to cross, and crashed through forests of Poison Hemlock on my way home.
While it was not a banner fish catching day, it did wear me out enough so I could get to sleep early, with the intention of adjusting my sleep to Hoot Owl fishing hour restrictions. Today the thermometer on the porch hit 99 degrees, and the river is almost 74 degrees, so I'm taking the day off, but tomorrow a storm system is supposed to roll in, and I'll be at it again.
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