The Dreaded Slump!
Monday, 14 October 2019
“The Slump” is always very difficult to deal with - it’s that feeing of being “fished out”, of being in a hole where nothing quite comes together in your performance and of not being on peak form.
The origin of the word “slump” is Norwegian and means “to fall into a bog!”
Tuesday, 15 October 2019
I literally had to drown my sorrows with drink this past weekend. I so much want to get on with the Autumn fishing season, but the weather gods keep rolling snake eyes for me. I have planned, and tied flies, and cleaned lines, and scrutinized the predictions… and, once again, I stayed home due to unappetizing weather conditions.
Wednesday, 16 October 2019
Starting 8am and then walking (sometimes running) 6 to 10 Km thru water every day until darkness at around 6:30pm. Quite long days though!
NES - Naughty Elbow Syndrome'
Thursday, 17 October 2019
Tracy and I are looking forward to competing in the inaugural UK fly casting championship this weekend in Millom Cumbria, the same venue that hosted the World fly casting championship last year. Although the weather forecast is decidedly ‘iffy’ I’m sure it’s going to be a fantastic few days and it’s going to be great to catch up with a lot of our casting chums for a drink or two afterwards.
Friday, 18 October 2019
My last fishing day for this season. Fishing was great but I found myself more training casting than fishing in some point. Paul once said to me that double hauling will be life changer or something like that. I have found out that it is true, earlier I have fished in places where it doesn’t really matter or that what I thought. How wrong man can be?
Fly line life time
Saturday, 19 October 2019
Good fly lines are expensive and with anything expensive, it makes sense to get the most out if it. One thing is using the fly line, casting it, fishing and letting it do what it was designed to do. But another thing is keeping it alive for as long as possible - and perhaps even more impotant - keeping in proper shape so it delivers optimal performance for as much of its lifespan as possible.
Addicted To That Rush
Sunday, 13 October 2019
Not long ago I was rummaging through a book of printed photographs that dated back to the mid/late 1990s. Digital camera technology hadn't yet matured to anything even remotely close to what we see today, so everything in my archives from that era were all taken on film. Mixed among the photos of various hunting and fishing trips was a photo of a singular Redfish lying in the marsh next to a fly rod.