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Monday: Paul Arden
Tuesday: Genda
Wednesday: Bernd Ziesche
Thursday: Easterncaster
Friday: Ray
Saturday: Viking Lars
Sunday: Bruce Richards

A Fistful of Feathers

Monday, 30 March 2015

Flytying Tips.....

1 Use monofilament for ribs on slow sinking wets and dry flies. Nibble the end with your teeth before tying in for purchase.

2 When tying marabou wings use your fingers to break the fibres, not scissors!

3 Tie minimum of five per pattern per size. Make them look the same.

4. If the fly looks neat it's shit....

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Transition

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

I started my fishing escapades as a salt water bait fisherman when I was just 6 years old. My uncle, father and I would get up early and go out in either my uncles or my fathers boat and fish off Caloundra in Queensland. My first fish was a king George whiting and it was the biggest thrill of my life in those days. The toy washing machine I had received for my sixth birthday earlier that week paled immensely by comparison. I was the only sibling out of four (all female) who would join my father in the boat on cabbage tree creek in the small hours of morning as we fished and laid out crab pots. Our most success was in crabbing much to the delight of my father who loves these crustaceans. Strangely I have never taken a liking to the taste of fish nor crabs but can eat lobsters and crayfish, none of which we ever caught.

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Back in time

Wednesday, 1 April 2015

Inspired by Craig, Paul and Glenda I went back in time either.
In age of three years I saw an angler catching an eel. It was this moment, when I discovered some kind of fire burning inside me. A fire, which later on in my life would stop burning. At least that was what quiet many people (family members in the first place) kept telling me for many years.

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True Fly Stories

Thursday, 26 March 2015

This is story number one on where flies go when they separate from the tippet - a bit like the clichéd missing sock. I say a bit because most do not break off a sock as we do with flies . Has anyone ever broken off a sock?... probably Paul. I don't know what the numbers are but I think it's fair to say, mind you without having a slo-mo video to verify, most socks that go missing do so sans fanfare or notary public.







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Organising Fluff

Friday, 27 March 2015

Covering for Ray today. I've been back in the UK for almost a week and so have almost recovered from jet lag. Although curiously I'm getting up in the mornings and going to bed in the evenings, which is highly concerning. It's approximately 20 degrees colder here than in Malaysia and of course I forgot to leave any clothes in the UK, because they're all in Hungary. But apart from that life is fantastic!

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Spring is in the air

Saturday, 21 March 2015

And as usual, I'm in a state of semi-panic and torn between too many options for exciting fishing. But right now, I'm a bit busy at the vice because I need to re-stock some salmonflies before opening in April 16th. I'm good on saltwater flies, so no worries there, but I also need to tie some flies for friends before the Danish Fly Festival April 11th and 12th.

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Visitors....

Sunday, 29 March 2015

A busy week has ended for me. Last Saturday the new president of Scientific Anglers, and good friend of mine for years, arrived in Bozeman for meetings and some fishing. Then the SA sales and product development teams arrived, and our European sales team, and a surprise visitor, lots of folks....

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Ronan's Report

Old boots & Old friends…

Recently I had an encounter with a trout I’d caught about 18 months ago. The fact that I had caught him before meant that I had no great need to catch him again, or so I thought before our re-encounter. I knew where he lived, during a day on the river I was never too […]

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