Peter Pan, Fly Fishing, and the Girl Who Won’t Grow Up.

November 21, 2013

It is well known that the character of Peter Pan was first created by J.M. Barrie, in the stories he told to the young Llewelyn Davies boys. In fact, the four boys, with whom Barrie had a special relationship, helped inspire the character. Barrie eventually immortalized Pan (and thus the Davies boys) in his 1904 stage play and 1911 novel, Peter Pan; or, the Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up.

After the deaths of the Davies boys’ parents, Barrie became their guardian. Among other things, Davies took the boys salmon fishing, which was a favorite pastime of his. Such trips included the provision of fly fishing instructors and gillies.

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My daughter is a great fan of Peter Pan’s.  She is very familiar with fly fishing, as well. However, at this point, she is much more interested in the sartorial possibilities of fly tying materials than she is in actual fishing flies.  In the picture above (notice the Peter Pan inspired clothes),  she procures some peacock for Captain Hook’s hat. Unsurprisingly, given her interest in Pan, she claims that she does not want to grow up. That’s fine by me, but I hope she grows just enough to handle a rod.

Diminution

November 18, 2013

To me, a large part of fishing and hunting is aesthetic. A diminutive fly rod, neatly done, with a tiny grip to match and a plain reel seat is a joy to look at and carry, as is a short, slender, light-weight shotgun or rifle.  As long as I am not chancing a crippling shot, I’ll take the lightweight every time. The portability and beauty of the equipment are a great part of the game. Bear in mind that when I speak of fly fishing, I’m talking about the average everyday trouting, with a little bluegill and bass fishing thrown in; steelhead and salt-water fishing are not included. So, for my fishing, diminutive rods are entirely adequate.

Ed Shenk, Fly Rod Trouting, 1989.

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As a younger person in Montana, the biggest fly fishing influences upon me were Eastern writers.  As their books happened to be on the shelves at our cabin, I read short rod advocates like Arnold Gingrich. When I later moved to Central Pennsylvania, and started fishing many of the streams cherished by those writers, I found that I enjoyed short rods myself. Eventually, I came upon “a diminutive fly rod, neatly done, with a tiny grip to match and a plain reel seat” built by Ed Shenk himself. I have really enjoyed fishing this 5′ 2″ fiberglass rod, but I fear it caught its last brook trout (or any other trout) this past weekend. It’s not suited to the waters I’ll be fishing after my return West, and, as a once piece-rod, it is not travel friendly.  So, I guess it goes to the rear of the closet or to the sale page.  Either way, it’s been nice fishing with you (your rod, that is), Ed.

A Fishing Poet

November 11, 2013

A fly fishing friend of mine, who also happens to be a graduate student in my department, recently won a poetry contest sponsored by Loop Tackle.  His award was a new Cross S1 6 weight rod.  This is no small prize for a fly fishing graduate student, living on a tight budget (in fact, it would be no small prize for anyone).   Congratulations to scholar, poet, and fly fisherman Stan Thayne.  You can read his poem below (notice that he worked a bit of advertising in there; smart man, Stan):

Loop Consciousness

At 4 AM something is biting,
tugging at the line
of my brain,
dragging me out of bed,
and netting me
into the car and on down
the road,
releasing me into the Haw
River.

I scan
my flybox,
choose a cork
popper
for bass, then
thread the line through
the guides of my Loop
opti creek, wishing
I were in Montana
or at least a little further
west
on the Davidson
or Watauga
or Oconaluftee
casting for trout.

I’ll take what I can get.

The Haw is muddy this morning,
running high
with that faint smell
of gunsmoke
so unlike western
rivers.
Mist is rising off the water.
I wade
waderless
into the warm cool
water
and begin casting.

I catch several
large bream and toss
them back and tie
on a bigger fly
and move downstream
into smoother water,
casting low
along the surface
to get under
the branches that hang
down along
the bank
and almost touch
the water.

One strikes and
I set the hook
but he goes airborne
immediately tossing
his head furiously
from side to side
and throws
my fly.

That was a big fish.

I’m trembling as
I retrieve my line and
cast again.

Time’s short and
I’m forced
to abandon
the river,
still trembling;

But the river goes with me,
flowing along
the channels of
my consciousness.

Sitting at my desk at work I feel
the spray coming off a cast,
the frigid bite of river morning air,
the feel of wet cork in my hands,
the weight of line rolling out,
the satisfaction of a perfect cast:
loop, roll, settle, and strike:
connecting me to something
that is alive.

My stream of consciousness
is swimming with trout.

A.A. Luce on Angling Ethics

October 24, 2013

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Leaving religion aside, let us now face the ethical question on an ethical basis. Is angling cruel? People with a conscience who love their fishing rod are placed in a sad dilemma, as long as the question remains unanswered; and those who with Izaak Walton “love virtue and angling” will not grudge the time and trouble involved in answering it thoroughly: and no answer but a thorough answer really meets the case.

A.A. Luce, philosopher, fly fisher, and clergyman.  From Fishing and Thinking, 1959.

The River — a Film by Claudiu Presecan — and The Things that Matter

October 14, 2013

This last summer I had the pleasure of fishing some Transylvanian streams for wild brown trout and grayling.  I have grown to enjoy other parts of the Carpathians (my brother-in-law lives on the edges, in Hungary), but this was my first trip Transylvania. I was invited to fish there by Claudiu Presecan, a gifted painter.  Claudiu and I share the feeling that activities such as fly fishing can create a space in our lives, from which we can better appreciate the enduring, material world around us — the things that exist beyond money, status, and the other most superficial features of “culture.” Claudiu and his family served as my hosts in Romania.  They were joined in this task by Claudiu’s fly fishing friends Paul Sas (of Xander Fly Rods) and Dan Sacui.  I really enjoyed my time talking, eating, drinking, and fly fishing with all of them.  I am genuinely eager to do so again.

As the world seems to shrink and the consequences of our and others’ actions increase in speed, it is becoming harder to avoid discussing controversial social topics. This may be especially the case in parts of Central and Eastern Europe.  Of course, many of these topics need to be dealt with head on.  But some of them are best put aside. When one of these difficult topics would appear on the conversational horizon, during my visit to Romania, I noticed that Claudiu would simply say, “That doesn’t matter.” It was such a simple and decisive way of focusing people’s attention (including my own) upon the topics that do really matter. To Claudiu, his friends, me, and many others, the environment and the connections that it makes possible to fellow outdoor sportspersons, people of other cultures, nonhuman beings, and even our creator are the topics of greatest importance. You can see this understanding in Claudiu’s short film, The River, and you can it reflected in his beautiful paintings as well.

Kiss the Water Film Review

October 11, 2013

Recently, I noted that a film about the eccentric and revered Scottish salmon fly tier Megan Boyd, titled Kiss the Water: A Love Story, will soon be released to the public. The director and coproducer Eric Steel (with Kate Swan), very kindly let me preview the movie. I enjoyed the film immensely, and I want to share my impression of it here, in hopes that others will see it as soon as they can.

Megan Boyd spent much of her life living alone in the village of Kintradwell, near the River Brora, in the North West Highlands of Scotland. She did not fly fish, herself, but as a child she learned to tie flies for her father — a riverkeeper — and his friends. Her skill in tying made her flies popular among locals and eventually among fly fishers throughout the world.  Prince Charles was, perhaps, the most famous admirer and user of her flies. Boyd’s reputation as a fly tier was so great that she was memorialized in a New York Times obituary upon her passing in 2001. In fact, it was this obituary that inspired Eric Steele to make Kiss the Water even though, like Boyd, he does not fly fish.

Steele’s finished film is a piece of art, in itself. The movie tells the story of Boyd’s life through a series of interviews with close friends, fly tiers, and others.  The narrative is woven together by a strand of truly amazing animation by  Em Cooper, Sharon Liu, and Veseslina Dashinova of the Film Club Productions studio. The music, by composer Paul Cantelon, complements the interviews, the scenes of nature in Scotland, and the animation perfectly.  Of course, the music is wonderful in its own right, as well.

Boyd’s story, as told by Steel, is so compelling that Kiss the Water should appeal to a wide variety of audiences, well beyond those composed of fly tiers and fly fishers.  It touches upon the themes of artistic genius, nature and ethics, and much more.  Needless to say, the film addresses Boyd’s eccentricity as well. Yet it does so in a loving and understanding way. For instance, one interviewee acknowledges that Boyd “preferred the solitude.”  But then he adds, “And she was never alone. … She had her seasons. You know?”

You can visit kiss-the-water.com to learn more about Kiss the Water, to see the screening schedule and, eventually, to buy your own copy. This weekend, you can see it at the Hamptons International Film Festival in Sag Harbor and East Hampton, New York and at the Hot Springs Documentary Film Festival in Hot Springs, Arkansas. The trailer for the film is below.

The Work of Frederick Halford, Revised.

September 28, 2013

Frugal Dry-Fly fishing in Theory and Practice.

Kind Words, Special Places

September 26, 2013
Photo by Mike Seplelak.

Photo by Mike Sepelak.

I fished the other day in a special spot, with a good friend.  Today, in his blog, Mike’s Gone Fishin’ … Again” he reflects upon place and, very kindly, friendship.  Mike is not only a gifted writer, he also takes some great  pictures.  Check out his latest blog entry here: http://www.mikesgonefishing.com/2013/09/i-forget.html.

Practice makes Perfect.

September 9, 2013

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Actually, I think she’s already perfect.

Megan Boyd and Kiss the Water

September 5, 2013

Megan Boyd was a legendary, Scottish tier of salmon flies.  As a boy, I saw a picture of her in an article about Scotland, and I have been somewhat fascinated with this amazing and eccentric woman ever since (when she was to be awarded the British Empire Medal by Queen Elizabeth II, she declined the invitation to Buckingham Palace, claiming there was no one to watch her dog).  Her life and the stories surrounding her are summed up well in her 2001 New York Times obituary.

Soon, a biographical film about Boyd will be released.  Judging by the trailer, it will be an interesting and even beautiful film about a unique woman.  The film, Kiss the Water, is made by American Eric Steel.  Steel, though not a fly fisher and having no ties to Scotland, was captivated by Boyd’s NYT obituary and, many years later, decided to make a documentary about her.  You can visit the film’s website to learn more about it and to see some of Boyd’s incredibly beautiful flies.