The tweed is strong with this one.
Scotland is famed for its salmon rivers, providing anglers with one of the purest and most exciting forms of the sport and attracting people from all corners of the world to cast a fly or lure and try their luck!
The tweed is strong with this one.
Scotland is famed for its salmon rivers, providing anglers with one of the purest and most exciting forms of the sport and attracting people from all corners of the world to cast a fly or lure and try their luck!
Very nice. You don’t see many fishers who can Spey Cast very well with an old, fully taped-up spliced cane two-hander these days. I blame it on SAGE, you know … as soon as the firm produced its first, early, Graphite II 15-footer in the mid-late 1980s, all my old cane (three of them) and later glass rods (five of them) were either sold to a misty-eyed Collector Type or went into the garden to support tomatoes ….
Hello Paul!
It has been a long time since the Rio Grande 🙂 I know this post is a little out of context but I hope life has treated you well. My youngest son is keen to start fishing – any recommendations for a starter rod pls?
Your ever intrepid photographer, and translator…
PS – If memory serves, that early SAGE two-hander might have been a 14-footer. Whatever length it was, it might just be still be on the Rio Gallegos in southern Patagonia where I left it with a friend who, along with another Argentine fisher, used to arrange Mel Krieger’s Argentine Introduction To Flycasting days for till-then meathead spinfishers and snaggers all over Argentina. My friend, a superb, self-taught single-handed caster who even Mel thought exceptional, had seen me flailing away and even catching with a two-hander on the semi-hurricane days of wind that you sometimes get on the Gallegos (and on the Rio Grande on The Island further south – make that all of The Far South), days of ripped off and flying to the horizon fishing-vehicle doors and a river running in high foam-flecked waves, days when flyfishing is almost impossible, especially with a single-hander. That 14-footer, I am now inclined to think it was, made the impossible just about possible, if not actually particularly enjoyable.
Boote out.
…and of course, fly fisher x