Are You Staring At My Fly Gear?

A little sneak peak of whats in store for the upcoming trip...and since the shack nasties are coming down hard what's better than fish porn? A picture of K.G. of course! "Mustaches... They're like id cards for creepy people"

 

Stay tuned...

Smoked Out...A High Country Ho'Down

I graciously excepted an invite Saturday (even though I had already promised the better half I would take the mascot and his suitors to doggie fun land) to join KPV and a friend (who will remain nameless due to legal issues) to hit the high county for a little wild trout'in. We met up early as hell and they followed the almighty Trout Slayer as I had to drive separate in order to return early to attend the afore mentioned doggie fun land. We decided to head over the mountain to save time and the drive in looked mostly like this...(See image right--->)                                                                    
We eventually made it through Cheech N' Chongs smoke cloud and down the mountain. The water was raging from the recent rain and I knew it was going to be a day of chucking lead and donating flies to the cause. We geard up, hit the water and within thirty minutes I was into my first fish. Nice 10" Bow gobbled down a black rubber legged stone and within a few more minutes I had another smaller wild bow on. I then look downstream and our friend who we will call Chief Numb Thumb had stuck one as well. At this point I'm thinking this is going to be an epic day and the only way I'm leaving early is from a sudden heart attack. Needless to say the bite shut off as quickly as it had started...we fished for another two hours without another bite before I had to bid my band of followers farewell.
YAY FOR ME I was going to be able to make it back in time to escort Cephus and his bitches after all. After waking up at the crack of dawn I had to watch Cephus hump every male dog senseless at the park like he just busted out of prison. I got a call from KPV and he said they hung around until three and in the end he resorted to flogging the head of a pool with a stick while Chief Numb Thumb hung out in the tail of the pool with a net trying to land the trout that where spooked by all the commotion. I advised them this is frowned upon by DNR but, was told to mind my own business. It's all good though twenty three days and counting until FLY makes their way to the Tar Heel state. Stay tuned...

 J

The River and The ZA

I have been awaiting the arrival of my new Sage ZA like an expecting dad and instead of pacing the floor waiting on the kind but SLOW postal worker I decided with nothing better to do I would head to THE RIVER (it sounds so magical) to pass the time. After filling up with grease (props to the lovely ladies at Daisy's Drive Thru... I hope the economy does not drive your business in the ground, as the void will cause me to go into dt's in the morning) I made it to the lot donned the waders and was off like a prom dress. The recent weather is somewhat confusing and I think the fish seem to agree. I fished for an hour or so dredging everything in the box while only turning one fish on a little bit of Worm Candy. Either way I was relaxing with the ZA off my mind when I noticed tons of little midges in the air and the fish starting to rise. I clipped off the lead and the floro leader, threw on a tapered leader, tied on a size #20 Griffins Gnat and second cast BAM! First fish of the year on a dry.

 
I managed to pick up another butter belly on my way out, but by this time I was just trying to get home to see if the stork had delivered the goods. I made it home to find out the damn postal driver wouldn't leave it without a signature. I was peeved but I guess it's better than having it stolen off your front porch by some meth addict. I got up this morning and made my way to the post office first thing (after a stop at Daisy's of course) to pick her up, and it's a straight up canon! I'm bias and your probably not going to hear us talk about any other rods so get over it! (I may also be a little late to the ZA party but please remember I have champagne taste on a beer budget...) I have plans to Baptize her next month with the FLY crew. More details on this later!

 J

 

His reserve, a quiet defense riding out the day's events….THE RIVER!

What up? I am Kyle. I am the second hand man in this whole operation of what Jamie, the sole proprietor of the fly fishing bullshit gee-haw, calls FLY. The title of this post comes from the Rush song, Tom Sawyer. You just got some Neil Pert all up in ya. Jamie calls the Chattahoochee tail waters, The River. Every time I go to, The River, I think of this song. That is why it is the title and the song is just a badass song. Sounds better turned up to 11 on the volume dial next time you hear it.
Well last Saturday we went to, The River. The days before it had been snowing and it was pretty cold for here in Georgia. I didn’t think there would be many people out to brave the cold, and there wasn’t. At Settles Bridge there was three cars and one of them was walking their dog. We geared up and headed out.
About 100 yards we slid in the river and waded out to some pretty good pools. With in the first five minutes Jamie had a little brown on. We had a few little dinkers here and there through out the day. Two of the trout we caught were pretty nice one was around 14” and the other 16” or so. The 14” was a rainbow with a hook jaw and its colors were badly faded. It’s colors almost looked like a brown. It was kind of a weird looking trout. The 16” one was a nice brown with beautiful colors.
All in all it was a good day. We used streamers and nymphs that were bright and flashy. That seems to be the best bet these days. The bright and flashy has been productive and consistently catching ‘em.
Well until next time, tight lines and buzzin’ reels….today's Tom Sawyer
he gets high on you, and the space he invades he gets by on you….Peace out!

Snow...The River

Seems the COE has realized that there is an off switch after all and with this new revelation I hit the River for my first trip of the new year. With Ken calling for snow (no Bobby Brown not that kinda snow) I hoped for solitude and a run in with Leroy Brown. Leroy ended up giving me the finger and I didn't even get to enjoy the the snow in solitude. I did manage to stick a few snits (or stockers as some may call them) and ended up wanting kick myself once I got on the water as there was a nice midge hatch and a ton of risers and yours truly didn't have a single dry on him. All in all I guess it beats work...

J

Sam B.

Fly's Official Mascot Sam Bocephus. A little bio on Sammy...
He recently turned 21 and has become quite the lush. His favorite fly ( and activity ) is the Humpy. Any color will do for Bocephus. As Sam says " only LONG drag free drifts will do".