Hot Torpedo Owners Club

For years I’ve been hearing those strange words spoken about me, and I’m quite proud of them, but the truth of the matter is that I have magic powers.

I don’t consider myself to be a trout torpedo – those fish just don’t wiggle my tip. However on those rare occasions when I do fish for them, I always catch the biggest one in the river. For example 11.5lbs out of a Varzina River tributary in Russia – not only the biggest brown trout that my casting bitch has ever seen, but the biggest fish in the entire river! I did that and I did it using magic.

He has an ongoing fantasy for Giant Snakehead. Anything over 5KG is considered a trophy when it comes to these tough mean ugly slimy bastards. I’ve had three over 6KG, including the biggest of 6.8KG which happens to be – surprise surprise – yet another fish I caught with magic.

Yes, I may have cannon-like properties and I’m not without a large dose of finesse, but my true area of expertise lies in magic. I dabble in there-is-no-four: kinetic magic (obviously), illusion, necromancy and conjuration.

Those last two being particularly useful for Imaginary Saltwater Flyfishing, where I have an ability to hallucinate large bonefish zombies on the flats.

Put me within casting distance of your average toilet bowl – anything up to and often beyond 140 feet (less of course if I have to cast through a window) and I will catch you a fish bigger than anything you’ve ever imagined!

Take care – I have been known to turn danglers into princes, or sometimes toads.

HT8 No4.

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

Hello everyone, I am HT6 nr 137. My owner Piffen ordered me after some lengthy talking to Paul Arden and Piffen wanted some funky blue and orange colours on my whipping. Lee Martell made some mock up whippings on a blank and Piffen saw that one of them was the perfect dark blue colour for my appearance.

At last I came home to Piffen and while hanging around in the kitchen, I saw him making different custom scabbards and sheaths in leather for arborist saws and secateurs. They all had nice carvings and colours. That made me a bit jealous! Why should all these tools have beautiful and comfy leather homes to live in and I just in an aluminium tube? I told Piffen “If you don’t make me a leather case, I won’t perform my best”. Piffen took the hint and made me my luxurious new dwelling. He wasn’t a very good caster in the beginning, I must say. He used too much power so the loops was all over the place and he was struggling to make it better. Nowadays he has got a bit better through asking on the Board and hanging out with my designer Paul and Mark Surtees that could show him hands on how to cast, much to my relief. I think I can perform better now that he’s learned some tricks of the trade.

In my two year old life I have been to Malaysia for fishing with Piffen and Paul twice. On my first trip I was lucky to land a Giant Gourami, late one night. Thus far that’s my greatest accomplishment. But later on during that same trip, Piffen managed to break my tip, one inch below the tip top and Piffen got really sad but Paul heated up the epoxy with a lighter and put the tip top back on the top section again so that I could fish again. A little later Lee made me a brand new top section so now I can appear as either a 9′ or an 8’11” for really tight quarters. Though the inconvenience I’m glad I must say.

On my second trip to Malaysia I wasn’t that lucky fishing wise. Piffen got there just as Ramadan started and even though he saw and cast at quite a few Gouramis rising, they didn’t eat his offerings because they only got up to breathe air. I would never have expected them to celebrate Ramadan, not eating during the day, as the Malay.

During the times I haven’t been brought to distant places, I have mostly gone to a lake outside Stockholm to fish for Rainbow trout and caught a few of them but I want to catch more of them. I think Piffen has to shape up his tactics a bit. He has just read Arthur Coves book “My way with trout” so I hope he has learned a bit so that I can catch a lot more of them.

So during the times that I am not in Piffens hands, I am resting in my cozy leather case he made for me and I won’t accept anything else since I am hell bent for leather!

Cheers, Piffens HT6

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

Hello, let me introduce myself. 
My name is Sexyloops Hot Torpedo 5wt Competition, and I live with Mike since 2012. A lot has happened since then.
 Let me give you a brief story of my existence.
I was the first( serial No.1) rod in this series that Mr. Sexyloops created – boom straight to Mike’s hands – he likes to be first…

Obviously Mike broke me after a while and I was sent to Hungary to be reborn, still as No.1, and I lasted for a while until Mike broke me again. Then I was send to UK to be reborn again, this time with serial number 2, but guess what?
 On my way somebody lost me and I never got home.
  Yes you are right – I had to be reborn for a third time (feel like a cat with 7 lives).
 This time I made home and my new license plate says 123 (third time lucky).

Now I am in Australia and I am having lots of fun with Mike. I know some of you read a story not long ago from my younger brother Sexyloops Hot Torpedo 10wt. Well I read that too – what a bunch of complaints and wingeing – not fishing enough 
- not casting far enough
 – Mike not treating him well
 – jealous about some other rod
! What a wanker!
 Let me tell you Mike is the best and he knows how to use a fly rod and how to take care of it – and our recent trip to Gold Coast QLD proves it.

Mike has a friend Vince AKA “King of the Seaway”. Vince invites Mike sometimes on his boat to chase those imaginary saltwater species, but this time reality was much better than imagination.
  On those trips Mike always take 3 of us: my brother Hot Torpedo 10wt – for heavy job
, some dude from Echo in 8wt for medium job
 and me, Hot Torpedo 5Comp – for light job
. This time was different and I did all the job and I felt like a king. We started with plenty of Queenfish. After the first cast I knew I am in awesome hands – all smooth and perfect.
  I know what you say “those Queenfish were not big”, but trust me they pull hard for their size, and I had to work hard to pull them out. They stretched me left, right and under the boat.

That was a perfect warm up before Vince said to Mike “Let’s go deeper and bigger”. As soon as he said that I looked at my brother rigged with dredging line, all smiling and thinking it was his turn now. 
Sorry mate, Mike made a different decision – stay where you are.
 We were fishing in 21m of water with fast currents, but the fish were not big enough to involve my MUSCLE DRAG QUEEN brother, so Mike took everything away from my wanker brother and put it on me. 
MAN, what a set up. Big 10wt reel with 26feet of T17 attached to 90feet of T8 as a running line and the fly he put on (that was crazy) shrimp looking pattern with eyes made out of ball sinkers.

Once again I felt like a king – so powerful, but at the same time scared. I thought one bad stroke mate and my tip section is swimming together with those Queenfish.

After the first cast I was free of doubts. Nothing wrong can happen in Mike’s hands – he is a PRO.
 Second cast – fish on. I was so excited I even shouted to the others 
STAY ON THE DECK YOU SUCKERS!!!
  I was pulling fish after fish. 
The best thing was that there were many boats around with stinky bait fishers and shiny lure chuckers, but only me and Vince’s baby were bending over- GOLD.

Guys, nobody put me to work so hard before. Now I gain back my confidence that as a Sexyloops Hot Torpedo 5Comp I am capable to do some hardcore stuff.
  Have a look at this carp from a local creek – it is a pleasure to be in Mike’s hands.

That said, I know that my brother SL HT10WT can do even more crazy fishing, but it is not his time yet- poor bugger.
…but it is getting better.

At one moment I felt such a strong bend and shakes I almost saw my butt with my tip guide. It was going nuts, me full bend and stretch, 110 feet of line gone through my guides, I thought THIS IS THE END, but Mike kept his cool…..and then slack – gone, me back to RSP.

Mike and Vince thought it was a snag, but there were no snaggy spots as we could see the bottom 20m down.
 
While I was catching my breath I saw the leader half gone and shredded – weird. 10 min later and Vince was in the same situation. This “something” almost pulling Vince’s rod of his hands.
The guys thought it could be a shark, but I heard them saying maybe a big Kingfish as Vince’s leader was also shredded and apparently when you hook up a Kingfish they will take your line everywhere – this time to the rocks.

I almost shit myself, and said to my brother 
”mate, next time it is your butt!”- he is a one happy SL Hot Torpedo now.

  After the 5h session we went home. 
Mike took some fish home for dinner to please his wife.
 (I can hear them arguing sometimes – WHATS THE POINT OF YOU GOING FISHING IF YOU NEVER BRING ANYTHING HOME?).
 Mike gave us a nice shower to rinse all the salt off – fuck that was itchy, and while we were drying he cleaned the fish, and occasionally he looked at me and winked at me for a job well done – felt great.
  I tell you the best part now…
 Mike’s wife loved her dinner sooo much!!! (They even had a Bonito as a sashimi- I heard them moaning – sooo good).

She asked Mike to call Vince again and set up another trip – HOW COOL IS THAT?
 Looks like we are for some more action soon – so watch the space…

Best in the business
Sexyloops Hot Torpedo

 

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

HT6 – Fishing for Jungle Perch (Sebarau) in Sabah -Eastern Malaysia

The story of a HT6 #16.
Owner Tim Kempton

I was invited in place of a HT8 on a trip to Sabah in Eastern Malaysia to fish for Red Mahseeer and Jungle Perch (Sebarau) . We were fishing the renowned Tagal rivers in Sabah. The word ‘tagal’ in the local kadazan-dusun dialect means ‘no fishing’. The main purpose of ‘tagal’ is to preserve the environment as well as the ecosystem of the river for the benefit of the generations to come. The initiative started over 25 years ago, where villages progressively decided to implement a tagal program for their stretch of river. There are now over 500 Tagal programs. Each program has a yellow, green and red zone. The yellow zone can be harvested once a year as decided by the committee for that Talgal, and the catch divided among the community, including member of the community who did not join the program. The green zone is open to members and non members to fish whenever they like. The red zone is a total “no fish” zone, and strict penalties discourage poaching.

Rudi is a local guide (when he is not off fixing heavy mining machinery) who has negotiated with many of the several Tagal committees for the rights to fish the red and yellow zones.  This is catch and release only. The money raised from the anglers is used to build infrastructure in the communities.  

The Sebarua, or Hampala Barb, or Jungle Perch is found in the Mekong Basin, Thailand, in the various rivers in Peninsula Malaysia and also in Sumatra, Java and Borneo (Sabah).   The Sebarau is a predatory fish and actively hunts smaller fish and invertebrates.  The Sebarau inhabits various aquatic habitats including clear rivers and streams, which typically flow through intact forest, with either silty, sandy or gravelly substrates. The species can also adapt to more muddy, lowland rivers and reservoirs. It is considered to be a freshwater migratory species. 

That’s the backstory.

I was strung up with a WF6F line. It was recommended to use a WF6 SA Magnum for the gurglers. This line would not load, and did not work. It made me look silly and even though I bent my back trying to make it load, I finally convinced Tim to take it off before he did some damage to me and probably him. He changed  the line back to a Rio Gold WF6F line which suited the way I was designed to load. 

There was a lot of casting in the jungle…long casts into the spots where the Sebarau were lurking. The Sebarau are aggressive and give impressive surface strikes. There was a lot of wading and the humidity and hot temperature called for frequent swims. 

The fish of the trip was 2.8kg ..it smashed a green gurgler and took several minutes to land.  This fishing required long accurate casts, to which I was ideally suited.

Im part of the HT collection together with the 4, 8 and 10.  We now have a newcomer, the HT 12 with a fibre glass butt.  Classy piece of ass!

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

I asked Viking Lars to judge the winner for the May entries:

Paul asked me to be the judge for this month’s Hot Torpedo competition. I took my time, and read through the entires a few times, and had a good, long think (and a sleep) before I finally chose Mike’s entry as the best. Why? It made me laugh. I enjoyed the (slightly vulgar) humour and the story of the rivalry between the rods. Let’s hope Mike’s Comp V2 sweeps away the competing rods for good.
Congratulations, Mike!

Here is Mike’s winning entry: https://www.sexyloops.com/htoc/2019/05/27/out-of-the-box-michal-duzynski/

And here are the competition rules: https://www.sexyloops.com/htoc/2019/04/30/sexyloops-hot-torpedo-owners-competition-2019/

Mike wins a Sexyloops Shirt that he gets to design himself.  This is what I designed recently, but I’m sure that Mike will design something completely different! Mike also goes through to the final where the overall winner wins a new HT fly rod.

Congratulations Mike! Now I wonder who will win the June competition? 😀

A new HT owner, Ray Hill, with the 906 and a hook keeper ring 😀 (fitted by special request!)

Fantastic craftsmanship from our rod builder, Lee Martell in Hastings.

See the rest of the HT range here. You can find our customer reviews here. And of course every rod comes complete with operating instructions!

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/

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/

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!

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.