and may you get a little more fish water’s joy than you deserve.
that smell like fish.
The first is fish.
The other two are growing on you.
It had been one hell of a fight to get this fat mama out of the weeds, especially on a 6wt. It had taken the best part of the day, and now, as it grew dark, a cold shower of melted snow started to lash bystanders’ faces on the dock. Jack, about to get back home after an intense day of leviathan fishing, shook hands with Cpt. O’Connelly, the one man whose help he really valued when the going was getting rough.
It was time for a Macallan. Double, straight.
I’ve a bucketful of objections to hero shooting, and and a couple more to self hero shooting, but this guy just deserves a mention
I just wonder when will pop out on the tubes the first vid from the gopro of a dead guy who drowned BradPitting. I don’t see much of an ethical dilemma (obviously the relatives may be a little upset, but that doesn’t make them right). After all the guy would have gone to his death to be the hero of an action movie. But life isn’t Hollywood and sometimes the good guy dies.
Fantastic series of pictures for the New-York Times Magazine, by Seth Casteel. Go see the rest!
It’s been more than a month since the last fishporn. Fact is: my pain threshold is going down fast. Watching series of fish hooked and released just bore me to death. And don’t get me started on the retarded choices of music.
Well then, why another one? asks the astute reader. I’m not sure. This one got me at the campfire with the deer. But turn the volume down, or be prepared for a brainfuck.
Or you can cut the sound of the video and power-klezmerize it with Yom and the Wonder Rabbis:
All of a sudden, the life and death games of fly fishing take deeper shadows and an interesting edge.
g0nefishin9: saving fishporn from its own bad taste since 2011.
Seen on Sipping Emergers, this royal piece of tution about the ways of the fish with a fly. It’ll make you a better flyfisherman, and probably a better man also.
Don’t thank me. It’s natural. And don’t forget to snap that thing, ’cause if you don’t snap it, you’re not doing it right.
Carp and mullet on the fly are definitely high in my bucket list. I know where I could get perfect conditions and even first class friendly advice, but alas none of it closer than a good 10 hours drive. I guess I’ll have to make it happen by myself.
Meanwhile, I dream about carp on the flats. And flats I can actually drive to, mind you. Boy, I need to do that.
Who needs the Caribbean sea?
…when literature at its best flirted with fishing.
Notice how Dos Passos looks so happy you’d think he’s stupid. Ernie says: “That’s right, my hat kicks asses big time. But you have to be me to get away with so much awesomeness. Your fish is not that bad Johnny.”