Monday, December 10, 2012

An Intro to the fly

This summer I took the family to West Vail for my daughter's 3rd birthday. My little girl was so excited to be in the mountains, and kept saying we were going on an adventure. I know Diego, Dora, and Calloiu had an influence on what she thought was an adventure, but I was going to show her a real adventure. The morning of her third birthday we woke up, grabbed the fly rod, and set out for our adventure.
It was AWESOME! As we walked we talked about dragons, mermaids, and monsters. We ate more candy then Moma would allow. She was so excited about walking through the water with our shoes on
We were just two kids on an adventure exploring our surroundings, and enjoying each other’s company.

It was the type of adventure that I didn't care if we caught fish or not. I was just happy to be with my buddy, and show her some cool things along the way.

I had an awesome day out with her, and introduced her to one of my passions. I’m looking forward to our time together in the future on the river, steam, or high mountain lake.

On a side note I made this net for myself out of some scrap pieces of various hardwoods for a trip I took to Idaho.
Tip: Always treat exotic hardwoods with denatured alcohol 15 minutes before gluging them togeter, and Tightbond III makes a very stong bond with exotic hardwwods.

Friday, August 10, 2012

Orvis's Picture of The Day

I wrote a blog last month called “Moonlight ice off in the high country”, and on this day Jon Hill caught his biggest high country cutthroat ever. I was fortunate enough to net this fine specimen for him, and after Jon unhooked the fish he threw me his camera and told me to take a picture of him holding his prize. I snapped a couple of pictures, and tried to position myself so I could get the mountain in the background. Little did I know that that one of those pictures would end up as Orvis’s picture of the day along with some other picture’s by Jon. Check it out!

Monday, July 30, 2012

Guide Net

I recently had a request for a guide net from Alan Peak of The Hatch Fly Shop. When we were discussing what types of wood he wanted in his handle he told me he would leave it entirely up to my artistic judgment. I was a little bit nervous by this because Alan went to art school for college, and I studied Political Science. I dug into my scrap pile, and found some scraps of the zebra wood I used on a smaller net I made for him earlier in the year. During one of our phone conversation he mentioned that he like Birdseye Maple, so I decided to do most of the handle in Birdseye. I was happy with the way this net came out.

The best part for me is seeing my work in pictures like this. Here's Alan after netting this girls first fish ever on the flyrod. Look at that smile!

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Moonlight stroll above 12K

A couple weeks have past by since I did this trip. We left Denver Friday night around my kids bed time, and made our way to the trailhead. Carper got lit up by the police on the way there, but no one went to Jail this time. After a midnight stroll in the high country we arrived above 12K at the lake around 1:20, and set up camp. We all crashed right away and started fishing when morning came.

The lake was tough. Fish were stacked up in the outlet, and fish were spawning. Carper was the only one to put a fish in the net.

After a few hours we broke camp and fished the creek down to another lake. We all caught smaller fish there, and then started making our way down again fishing the creek.


If you have kids at home, and are as big of a mountain junky as I am then you can appreciate the 24hr kitchen pass. A little bit of backpacking, hiking, and fishing all in under 24hrs with 4 total hours of driving. I was home for dinner on Saturday evening. It was a great time!

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Moonlight Ice Off in the Front Range

We left Denver on Saturday at 7:30pm, and made our way up the hill. The plan was to get to the trailhead, and start hiking with the moonlight. When we hit the road to get to the trailhead there was a fallen tree blocking the road making it impossible to drive to the trailhead. We parked the truck and threw on our packs, and started climbing over the deadfall that littered the road. The hike wasn’t too bad, and the moon was bright when we got above tree line. Daniel the transplant came with us again, and this was his first time backpacking.

We arrived to the lake to find the lake with 95% of the ice still on it with no fishable water. We were a little bummed since our original plan was throw some mouse patterns that night, but we knew we had options for the next day. We set up camp at the first flat spot by the lake and made a small fire with some dead willows. It was a very mild night. We retired for the night hoping the moon would be bright enough to melt the ice on the lake.

 Photo By Jon Hill

The next morning Jon was the first to crawl out of the tent to notice the lake opening up. We had fishable water!! We were all excited, and knew the lake was just going to keep opening up more as the day progressed. We drank our coffee, ate a quick bite, and started fishing. I have a love hate relationship with the lower lake. I fished to several cruisers with no luck at all. I used every bit of my knowledge of high fishing high mountain lakes to try to catch a fish from the lower lake, and had no luck. This was my third time fishing this lake, and my third skunk. Jon on the other hand caught a 16’’ fish right off bat. I started making my way to the side of the lake Jon was on since there was more open water, and just as I was getting there Jon’s rod was bent. He knew he had a good fish, and was on a bank without waders. I was wading, so I grabbed my net (the second net I made), and I netted the fatty Jon had on the end of his line.
                                         Photo By Jon Hill

After another half hour of flailing with no love from the fishes we headed up to the next lake to see if it had open water. When we left the lower lake it was already 40% open water. We made the quick hike over the ridge to find the upper lake opening up.

This lake was like an aquarium Jon and I both missed fish, but ended up walking away from the lake with no fish. Our next move was check out the stream that flows out of the lake. We all had seen some beaver ponds on google earth, and knew they had potential.
                                         Photo By Jon Hill

When we got there it was like shooting fish in barrel, and it didn’t matter what fly you were fishing. The fish were 6’’-12’’, and we saw a bigger fish in the 14’’ range up stream under an impossible bank. After fishing the stream and the pond we made our way back to the lower lake to fish and break camp. Sometimes the fastest way down is on your @$$. I tried to talk Jon into going head first, but he wouldn’t do it.

We hiked out as the weather started to roll in, and we all home before dinner. This was the second hoop I bent, and was net used to land Jon’s fish. I made this net with high mountain lakes, and backpacking light in mind. It is really the perfect size for fishing alpine lakes, and the long handle helps allot. It also weighs next to nothing. My only complain is the the net bag. I'm going to look for a different type of bag to put on this hoop.


Friday, May 25, 2012

Mount Evans Wilderness Area

I’ve been watching my calendar for several months now waiting for ice off. The day finally came to exercise my legs and wet the line at elevation. Jon Hill and I were kicking around a few ideas where we should go, but finally settled on staying in the Front Range. We had new guy with us that just moved to the great state of Colorado. He was the only one to get skunked, but I don’t think it even mattered to him. We walked into the Mt. Evans Wilderness area and had a mini Colorado Adventure.

The forecast called for a 50% chance of snow, and it snowed 50% of the time.

The fishing was tougher then I remember it being at this lake, and I'm sure the cloud cover and snow didn't help much. We still managed a few red bellied fish. I fished a streamer with a dropper, and caught fish on both.

Jon was chasing fish at the outlet most of the day, and caught a few.

I release 99% of fish I catch, but on this day I felt like killing. My first fish of the day became the victim of a horrible death. The new guy had never had fresh raw trout, so after the killing we ate a piece of the fish's shoulder. Fish doesn't get any fresher then this!
It was the type of day where a small fire was such a luxury, and the rest of the fish was smoked over an open fire.
We  ended the day fishing the outlet area. Jon caught a cool moment on what we thought was video, but instead he had his camera set to a time lapse shot. This was one of those classic moments of "Hold my f".
Happy fishing!

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

New Design: Red Oak, Hard Maple, Zebra Wood, and Wenge.

New design

I had a request to build a net for someone’s son. The net is going to be a birthday gift, so I wanted to do something a little different. After a few emails back and forth I had an idea of what the person was looking for, and I got to work. A clear rubber Brodin Ghost bag was requested. I bent the hoop out of Red Oak, and put a middle lamination of hard Maple. The handle is made from an African hardwood called Zebra Wood. The laminations on the side of the handle are made from another African hardwood called Wenge. It’s neat to see this net finished, and to think that 4 different hardwoods grew on four different trees, and 2 different continents only to find themselves glued together for the purpose of landing fish. As my friend, and recipient of this net would say: “Blue skies to your fishing”.

Tip: When bending small laminations of hardwood simply soak them over night, and then put them in the microwave for 2 minutes. They bend just like they would if you steamed them.