OUT OF THE BOX – Michal Duzynski

Quiet whisper in the corner….
-go tell them
-no, you go
-go tell them otherwise I wont bend with you anymore
-ok ok, don’t need to be so harsh

Hello everybody, my name is Sexyloops HotTorpedo 10wt. My older brother Sexyloops Hottorpedo 5wt Comp forced me to tell you the story of our existence as a property of this Polish guy Mike Duzynski.

We live in Australia and that is a good thing, but that’s about it. I have little sign that proves I belong to Mike; it is a small tattoo on my butt saying No1.

When I first arrived to Australia things were looking very promising. Mike was checking me out inch by inch. He said he like my butt very much and how stiff I was. One day he even called his wife and said he must stay longer at work, but instead he was playing with me.

My brother told me to be careful as Mike is a weirdo and sometimes thing might go out of hand – I should have listened.

Few weeks after he put some white, tight condom around me saying “I am too slippery” and he wants to hold me tight. Only time will show when he will change the white one for the rainbow one. That not being enough he dressed me up with an orange string. My brother wears it all the time. We are even making jokes that Mike has a fetish for orange G-strings (freak)
Anyway, our life together began.

Mike took me everywhere, on the grass, on the beach, on the boat….and as soon as he bends my butt hard some sexy, pointy stuff are coming out from the other side of me. One time he bends me so hard and he broke my backbone. I spend few weeks in hospital in UK where I met a nice Dr. Lee.

I was afraid to go back to Australia, but Mike promised he will be gentler with me, so I went back. Mike kept his word; he even took me for another trip to UK (as an apologies) for the World Championships. He even introduced me to few of my cousins from Italy. I was very happy to see there is more of us Sexyloops Hottorpedo 10wt.

I wanted to show to Mike that my tattoo “No1” has a meaning and I smashed the Italian butts and few others during shootouts. I was on fire, but I can’t take all the credit. I couldn’t do that without Mike’s gentle hands and smooth strokes.

It was a perfect weekend, until that one afternoon….

Mike met a new rod from Norway(origin US, but lives in Norway). Nice, 10ft tall with bigger butt and stiffer. He just dumped me on a side like a stick and played the whole afternoon with the Norwegian rod. When I asked for some attention, Mike said it’s late and his arm is sore(fucker). He even invite the Norwegian rod to come and live with us in Australia- I could not believe it.

Few months after the Norwegian stick arrived, I am upset, I can’t even call it a rod- you should see it’s butt bleaahhh.

Now my world falls a part. Everywhere we go now it’s Mike, Norwegian and me, Mike Norwegian and me 3rd place- used to be No1.

Mike puts orange strings on us( you did not expect that Norwegian – huhhh?) and all 3 of us are ready to play, but NO I got dumped to the side. Norwegian first, always first and then when it’s my turn Mike comes up with the story from UK ( I am tired and my arm is sore).

I am jealous and sick of it.
Can you believe that Mike even bought a new, light, plastic reel from Russia for that rod, and ME same, same cold, heavy, steel reel- 3years already- o please!!

If this is how Mike wants to play- fine, but I have my tricks too.

Now every time Mike decides to play only with me( o wow, am I number 1again?) so no matter how he squeezes me, and now matter how hard he bends me I drop his shit at 32-33m. Sometimes maybe 35m when I have a good day and he tickles me a bit at the reel seat. 40m+ forget it mate until you start treating me the way we first met.

Mike does not accept criticism easily, so he locked me in the closet with my brother Sexyloops Hottorpedo 5wr Comp( my brother, o ho ho it is a different story).

Few weeks in a closet passed, I am not sure if I will see water, or grass again. I even noticed few cracks on my body. I think I will need some time off and go to UK to see Dr. Lee again.

I am still upset, but Mike came and start to lick my butt saying how much he misses me and how he wants us to play again- just the two of us. He told me there is a competition in Melbourne on the 17 of August and he wants me the there. He promised me he will make me shine again and he will make my butt tattoo stand up above and beyond, so the entire down under can see I am No1 again.

I agreed, but gave Mike an ultimatum: or we are going to kick some ass in Melbourne, or I am not going with him for the World Championship in Sweden in 2020- PERIOD.

The Rules: https://www.sexyloops.com/htoc/2019/04/30/sexyloops-hot-torpedo-owners-competition-2019/

Design your own Sexyloops Stealth Shit

This is what the Hot Torpedo Owners are fighting for; their chance to design their own shirt. Obviously their shirt won’t have a picture of me on it, but anything they want. One lucky winner each month, until the end of the year, as chosen by Ashly, will win such a shirt – and one overall winner will win the grand prize of a brand new Custom Designed Hot Torpedo Fly Rod (the most amazing fly Rod in the world!!). Furthermore, the choices by the end of the year, will include not one, not even two, but three more HT rods from the range.

Don’t feel that you can only enter once; you can enter as many times as you like. In fact the more times you enter the more likely you are to win!! Sexyloops Stealth Shit options include hoodies, long sleeves, short sleeves and collars for formal events. 😎

The Rules: https://www.sexyloops.com/htoc/2019/04/30/sexyloops-hot-torpedo-owners-competition-2019/

Steven’s Ex sEXy Six.

Hi Paul,

Do you remember me? I’m Stevens Sexy Six.

Well should I say used to be. I can recall the days when my final coat of varnish was delicately stroked on to my laid bare body at the warming hands of Trevor/Lee (I think this one was Trevor but I could be wrong!) but alas you succumbed to the human’s curse that is money and I was hustled into a long skinny sock and stuffed inside a tube. After several months of in-depth conversation with my social worker I have decided to believe that you only did this in a vague attempt to prepare me for what was to come…

After the mindfuck that was stuffing episode I was soon on my way and after some delivery chaos I was thrust into the hands of my proud new owner. This is where the journey really began.

It was a case of love at first sight for my new owner. Who shall, from now on, be referred to as Steven. I have lots of other names I would like to reference him by but this is a family site…

Steven quickly strung a line through my rings and took me to the field. I could see the elation on his face when he immediately realised that I was all that he had dreamed of and more!!!!

Unbeknown to me at the time, these first few casts were to be the start of a love affair that for me at least has seen its ups and downs, which would inevitably end with me being less sexy and more of a filthy fish slaying backstreet whore – and I must admit I like it 😎

My first shot at real world fishing. Which if you are not aware is why I was made in the first place 🙂 was chasing temensis peacock bass in the freshwater inpoundment dams of Singapore. I was bombing out poppers and streamers all day long and I could tell that Steven was delighted after I had subjued numerous bass with ease but for him the best was yet to come…

As Steven’s damsel pattern was slowly sinking through the water column the line went tight and all mother of hell broke loose. Oh shit!!! I thought. This must be one of those giant gourami that Paul was telling me about before he so lovingly stuffed me. And sure it was, a nice fish around 3kg and handled beautifully by yours truly 😎

Since then I have travelled the world with Steven catching all sorts of weird and wonderful shit. From Haruan in Malaysia (these are the smaller brother of the things Paul’s obsessed with), to single handed spey casting for salmon in Far East Russia and I have taken everything thrown at me in my stride 👍

Speaking of thrown at me, this is where I have to be (after consultation with my therapist) open and honest about my owner. To put it politely he is downright rough handed, he has carried me on wiper blades, trolled me on a jet ski, wrapped me up in used underwear and has somehow managed to ding one of sections. To say he is a horrible bastard to me at times would be a serious understatement. My boss tells me that I’m a credit to the company. Many inferior dogs would have imploded long before this point!!!

This behaviour from him his complely unfounded and quite frankly down right disgusting. Especially when here I am lying in wait, lusting to hear that familiar ziiiiiip, that signifies its time for me to go to work. Like Stevens old bullmastiif, I am quiet and subdued but be aware like she I am also fiercely loyal. I quietly go about my business. Day after day, cast after cast. Without the slightest hint of distemper or fatigue. I guess it could be argued that all of this played a major part in not only Steven but also his Dad now have the full suite of Torpedo’s. This makes me happy 🙂

But alas that is all from me for now and as the boss launches out the final arrow sharp loop for the day. I’ll be hanging there in the grip of my owner, dreaming about the next time that Steven and I can have this much fun again.

Yours faithfully,
Steven’s no longer Sexy Six.

Hot Torpedo Competition Rules 2019!

Zuie’s Storm

Hi there, I’m Zuie’s Storm! I’m a Sexyloops HT10- Lee put Competition 9’ #5 v2 on the butt, but you get the idea. Personally I think it looks even cooler. Right now I’ve got a few issues with Paul selling me to this Australian nutter obsessed with distance casting. Fair dinkum I haven’t had a day off since I got here and it’s getting to me a bit. I mean fair enough I’m built for this job but a day off wouldn’t hurt. Even a day saltwater fly fishing would make a nice change but I can’t see that happening anytime soon. He’s asleep right now so I’ll write what I can before he wakes up.

Zuie keeps going on about Andy Dear (a Texan mate of his) sending him an article on the legendary Bass fisherman Rick Clunn and how Clunn has studied native American spiritualism, zen buddhism and quantum physics and how he uses elements of all these and applies it to his fishing. Clunn has been world champion a million times apparently. So Zuie’s off on the same tangent! Before every cast with me he keeps incessantly saying ‘I must become as one with the HT!’ Drives me spare. So yesterday I put a bit of my spine into it and let him cast the GT125 Bario 5wt 130+ feet. We didn’t measure it but there was plenty of backing out and the line and most of the leader was straight so you work it out. Put it this way, it’s his best cast by a long way so I did him a favour. But he’s got to do some work on his technique before I intervene and help him out again. He keeps saying he hasn’t tamed me yet!! What a wanker! It’s no problem for me, I’m the fastest blank in the west (South, east and north as well if it comes to that). And I’m the best looking one! But I don’t want to encourage him too much right now in the event of a miracle and I can get a day off. Hopefully he’ll do a shoulder or get another tennis elbow- whatever!

To add insult to injury he keeps telling me he hopes I turn out to be as good as his HT4, the rod he fished the Tasmanian trout lakes last summer, and goes inexorably on and on about how good it is. I’d like to point out to him that I’m related by design to the HT4 so he’s wasting his time telling me. You’d think he’d know that, I mean COME ON! Yesterday he went on and on about getting another relative of mine, the HT6. It’s all getting a bit much for me and let’s be honest, if I wasn’t the best 5wt distance rod in the world, all his rambling on about the HT4 and how purportedly good the HT6 is I’d be losing a bit of confidence. But the truth is I don’t have an issue with self confidence, I am the best after all. There’s more I could complain about but guess what!?!? He’s awake (that’s an oxymoron!) and getting ready for another session!

I’ll get back to you sometime in the future if I ever get a day off! Hopefully with a story about fighting a massive fish instead of all this launching of Bario 5wt’s into space.

Competition Rules: the Great 2019 Hot Torpedo Competition.

The story of HT6 No4

Since we are having a competition for HT rods, my HT6-4 was keen to have his say, even though he knows he’s not allowed to win!

Hello, I’m Paul’s HT6 number 4. I am one of the original HT6s coming from the very first batch of eight production rods. The reason I ended up being Mr Sexyloops’ HT6 is because when Paul took the first set of rods to Malaysia to sell, no one would buy me because 4 means death in Chinese. Anyway, because there is no four on Sexyloops it was only fitting that Paul should get me!

I’m not completely as I once was when first made; about three years ago after getting into one too many fights with aggressive casters, one of my middle sections needed replacing and last year Lee took pity on me and gave me a complete pimp up. To be honest I’m sexier now than when I was first built! Although no glam for me; I’m understated and stealth matt like all fishing Hot Torpedos.

I was originally designed as an “all-round great trout rod”. Instead of having a normal life, Mr Sexyloops spent 3000 days fly fishing backcountry and lake flats in New Zealand and so as a result of this he really knew how a 9’ 6WT rod should perform. I should be tough, fast – but with lots of feel – and have a tip that damps outstandingly well (apparently). I should be a genuine 6WT rod and not a rod that requires anglers fit a 7 or 8WT line just to feel anything.

Before they were all sold, I had a chance to talk to the prototypes that came before me. Man, they had a hard life! One was lucky enough to be in the world championships finals for distance as well as many other competitions (Mr Sexyloops thinks distance competitions are a good way of finding our weak points!) and was cast by over 500 anglers at various events!

I’ve also been cast by a few hundred anglers – they always “oooh” and “ahhh” over me – but where I’ve been truly fortunate, is that I’ve had some of the finest fly fishing that any 6WT flyrod could hope for. But there is a downside in being Mr Sexyloops’ 6WT fishing rod; I am expected to excel in everything I do, I’m not allowed to fuck up in the slightest and every damned cast is taken as if my life depends on it! And he’s a rough owner too – he makes me live outdoors with him, I look like I’ve been dragged through a swamp (which I have of course – many times) and infuriatingly, he often sticks his fly in the cork grip!

One of the highlights in this rough fly fishing life, was to be part of Mr Sexyloops’ best ever night’s fishing. We were in Russia and while having the river all to ourselves, we watched two hours of a spectacular Northern Lights show before we went fishing. (Technically we were already fishing but neither of us could concentrate on the casting and so instead we sat back and enjoyed the “dancing spirits”).

Back at camp the camp manager too this photo – which is just as well because none of Paul’s came out.

After that extraordinary start, we headed to a part of the river where there was a fantastic rise. I caught the first 8 fish on a black fidget fly in the dark and then my bigger brother, the HT8, caught two more trout, one of 8lbs and the final fish was a stonker of 11.5lbs. 10 fish for 55lbs! We were tired but ecstatic. Paul still talks about this night as if it was him casting and not me.

A typical Varzina Trout – as caught by my twin brother, the Comp5 V1.

But even more memorable for me, has been my part in pioneering fly fishing for Giant Gourami. Mr Sexyloops quickly became obsessed by these fish because they are so fussy and difficult to catch – he is often calling them “complete bastards” but they take no notice! I remember our first “stumper” together, a 4.5KG Giant Gourami that may be one of the most remarkable catches of all time (anyway, he likes to think so) and almost certainly the first stumper ever caught on fly. I thought I was going to break but Mr Sexyloops looked after me by pointing me straight at the fish – it was only at the very end of the fight did I have anything to do. But hey – I made the damned cast!

The irony is, that despite being designed as an all-round Trout Rod, my owner nowadays chooses to fish his HT4 for virtually all his trout fishing. On our last trip to Tasmania, the lovely Mrs Sexyloops fished me and the only time I saw Him was when we were “Sharking” on the Great Lake and the 4WT line was too light for the strong crosswind – so I do still come in handy for trout, even for Paul… but not very often!

But I am quite happy as the Gourami Rod (of which I’ve had over 50). The HT4 has had a few Gourami too, when I was being “pimped”, but she is not happy about them at all! Anyway, I am the Gourami King 🙂

Giant Gourami – my speciality.

Here are the rules: The Great Hot Torpedo Competition 2019.

Sean Geer

Life is a bit more exciting than it has been for a while! There are wriggly things in the water now. I can’t really remember when I last saw so many but it seems worth paying a bit more attention these days. I don’t want that pink stripy bastard by the rock next to mine stealing them all like he did last year! Although actually right now he seems quite a lot more interested in that other pink stripy bastard I’ve seen recently. They were doing some sort of… energetic playing-together thing the other day? It looked exhausting. I don’t know what that is but they certainly seem to like it.

So there I am today, just kind of doing my late morning paddle near my usual rock and trying not to let the PSBs disturb my peace and quiet. The wriggly things are waking up now and I’m keeping an eye out, but it’s still not quite time for them to be doing that weird dance where they disappear through the big silvery ceiling. That’s a bit odd but I quite like it – I get a lot more exercise chasing them up there than I do just hanging around by my rock. Maybe they’ll start doing that soon.

Anyway, today I was just sort of doodling around when one of those big blurry shapes appeared up there. I don’t normally pay them much attention but this one was holding an amazing stick. I mean, they pretty much all have sticks but this was a really good one. It had a kind of squiggly pattern on the thick bit of it that was much cooler than the usual stick patterns. And it was a longer squiggle, too. I don’t know what that means or if it’s important, but it’s nice to see something different instead of that really short, boring squiggle that lots of the sticks seem to have.

Sometimes when the sticks wave around they do a sort of flashy thing, which I don’t like and I have to go and hang around behind the rock for a while. There was no flashy-flashy with this one, though, so I just stayed where I was and attacked a couple of wrigglers. And guess what! A couple of minutes later this really nice-looking fluffy thing appeared in the hole in my ceiling, so I attacked that too.

The next bit is all a bit of a blur but the bit after that was okay. I am back behind my rock now and the PSBs have gone somewhere else for a bit. I don’t know why but I think I might avoid the nice squiggle next time. We’ll see.

Rock appears courtesy of the Cressbrook & Litton Flyfishing Club, Upperdale, Derbyshire Wye.

Really nice fluffy thing by David Marriott.

Pink Stripy Bastard is a registered trademark of Fishmail International Conglomerates. All rights reserved.

Several wriggly things were harmed in the making of this story.

How I got there – Steve Henderson

“How I ended up with Sexyloops HT pro

My name is Steve and I was born in Tyne and Wear, United Kingdom. I spent most of my childhood getting up to the usual mischief like most kids but at the age of 14 we moved to another part of Tyne and Wear where my passion for fishing began.

One day when I was collecting conkers at nearby woodland close to the river Tyne, I met an old local fisherman who was a tall guy with a shock of grey-white hair. He was a bit of a loner that spoke to everyone politely but never seemed to get involved with anyone personally. The locals called him the “big white hunter”.

He was fishing and I always remember he was killing a fish as I walked up to him, I was intrigued and I began a lengthy questioning session that he was very obliged to answer. He told me that if I wanted to see all his fishing gear I could go to his home and see it. (I know this day and age the poor bloke would have been arrested for suggesting that) I went to his home that very night and learnt that his name was really Bob and he was an ex joiner living with his wife in a quaint little bungalow.

He showed me numerous rods and reels and explained about their uses and how he fished with them. Then he opened a cupboard in his kitchen. He produced this beautiful split cane fly rod along with some more modern fibre glass fly rods, Bob told me he could sell me a set up very cheap to get me started fishing and I could pay a little each week, so I quickly ran home and asked if I could buy a set up from Bob, At that time money was tight with my family but with lots of moaning and manipulative words I was told at home, yes you can have the fishing gear but, I had to pay for it myself with my paper round money.

I was over the moon as it felt like all my Christmas’s had come at once, so I quickly told Bob that all systems were go and he said he would pop round, meet my family and bring some gear. About a day or two later I was the proud owner of a spinning rod and reel along with a fibre glass fly rod and reel.

I took every opportunity to go fishing I could and fished alongside Bob when I was off school using the spinning rod for float fishing and ledgering as well. By this time I was hooked with fishing and the better I became the more I needed to be out on the water, with my addiction for fishing grew my schooling began to suffer. At this stage, I would rather go out by myself fishing than go to school. I did not see much of Bob at this time as he was ill and could not get out, but when I went to visit he always used to tell me “go to school, the fish will be there at the weekend” but I couldn’t help it, I had to catch more fish!

Things took a turn for the worst when the school caught me after they notified my mother I was hardly attending. At that point, I suppose I went off the rails and mistakenly I prioritised fishing above education. I was nearly 16 and counting the days down so I could be free of school and get on with my passion that was fishing. At this time I had been fishing regularly for 2 years and began a job delivering milk so I had an income to fund my fishing needs as I started acquiring more tackle.

I must admit by sitting and watching waters in different conditions I learned a lot about fish and their habits and I began to be able to fish confidently and lost the unsurety of methods and the right tackle to use. I could get good bags of fish on most outings. 

Since leaving school, I have had numerous jobs and a lot of them have been self-employed ventures from buying and selling second hand goods to pest control. In the 80’s, I met the love of my life that is Tracie, my wife, who stands by me and is supportive regarding my fishing.

In my early 20’s began to concentrate more on fly fishing and started fishing a lot of reservoirs and still waters for trout as opposed to spinning and bait fishing on Rivers. I soon learned what waters produced good fishing and the waters that could produce a blank or the odd fish on the best of days. I have dabbled with other types of fishing in my time ranging from sea, boat and shore also coarse fishing but catching trout on the fly is my favourite method that still has me hooked.

My main interest always has – and I suspect always will – be fly fishing, I still learn and gain knowledge on every fishing trip I encounter, although every day still feels as exciting as my first trip out all them years ago.

Recently I met a great bloke called Bryan due to social media and he also works in a tackle shop I visit, his knowledge excelled me but made perfect sense. We will keep Bryan anonymous but then in his ultimate wisdom he showed me a rod one night when I was visiting him at home. It said Sexyloops on the tube and blank which made no difference to me than a Shakespeare rod or a Hardy. I did however need to listen to this man as he is no fool when it comes to fly fishing.

He explained the ability of all the sexyloops brands in full and told me of the advantages and disadvantages they could make in the situations I fish.

Now then I must say at this stage in my life I fish small still waters and large reservoirs so I wanted an all round rod, My normal choice was a 10ft 7 weight made by another leading rod maker which I thought was impossible to beat in its class.

Bryan told me to try a Hot Torpedo Pro in a 9ft 6weight, Now normally I would have declined on a rod maker I have never heard of but Bryan is no mug and he knows the best from the so called best.

He put me in contact with Paul who by the way is a nice down to earth man who all the way through the transaction kept me well informed and I got one, personalised with a hook keeper and my name clearly written on the rod, built in the UK by a great man who builds rods for Paul called “Lee”.

Now then I broke all the rules in the book next and I suspect Paul and Bryan will hate this bit, I test casted it with a 7 weight line, but mind you on the grass it flew out. On the same day of delivery I went to a shop where Bryan works and also took the advice of Paul and went for a Rio Gold line in a 6 weight. LOL.

I was thinking ”I am used to a heavy line so this will be crap” .
I loaded a reel and tried the rod the next day. All I can say Is WOW, after all these years I have learned a big thing: LINE MUST MEET AFTMA! This rod with the correct line on it casts and preforms as good and if not better than all the others I have.

I went out the following day on a local reservoir and produced over 20 fish and some nice whoppers.
One thing Bryan and Paul never told me was that this rod comes into its own with a decent fish on it. They are a pleasure to use and nice in the hand.

I am now 54 years old and this has been one of the biggest learning curves in my life. I can now honestly say your never too old to learn and take advice. Sexyloops where were you when I needed you in my teens?  haha

I can conclude this by saying it is great to get out there and catch that trout BUT beware to all newcomers to this game, it can get a hold on you and become so addictive it may well rule your life as it has mine. But please buy the right tackle and especially a rod and line this is the difference between pleasure and pain.


The Life of a HT 6 Entry 1. Brown Trout By Tim Kempton

I am no 16 HT 6. I am owned by Tim Kempton from Brisbane Australia who has the 4,6,8,10 series and now 12 HT for brutal testing.  I am privileged because I have caught four trophy species in three months.  I have entered the HT6 Trophy Challenge ..four trophy fish in four months

Trophy 1. Brown trout

In January 2091 I went to New Zealand and fished the Ngongotaha which flows into Lake Rotorua in New Zealand. Lake Rotorua is a shallow lake, and during summer the 20m depth  temperatures can rise to above 21C.  The fish then move into the cold water streams,. The Ngongotaha is a narrow stream, covered in trees and blackberry bushes.  Overhead and roll casting is nearly impossible and so we had to wade the steam and sneak up behind the fish to within two rod lengths to cast a hopper using the bow and arrow cast. Accuracy was paramount.  Place the hopper within 200 cm in front of the fish to force the trout make a decision and take the fly. Then all hell breaks loose the mainly brown trout are 8-15lb and go ballistic.  I was fitted with a WF6F Rio Gold flyline, and a 20lb leader. There was no finesse..this was not gentleman trout fishing with a fly rod…this was warfare.  Last year a very large brown trout (est 15lb) ran under a log and bent my tip double…it smashed my top section…so I had a trip back to England for repairs…at least I got a window seat.  This year I landed at least 8 big trout, the biggest 85cm and well over 10lb…real stonkers.


  • Casting.                                              Bow and Arrow
  • Fish on the reel.                               0 (no time).
  • Fight time                                          20secs.
  • Chance of getting broken:            70%
  • Adrenalin factor :                             95%

HTO Competition 2019 – these are the Rules.