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The Post-Solstice Fly Fishermen (or, A Short Essay Designed to Prevent Madness)

Yesterday was the Winter Solstice – that day when winter officially begins, and the sun shines the least it will all year long.

It’s a day you notice not because it promises any immediate relief from the cold and dark, but because it offers the faintest hope; from now on, each day grows a tiny bit longer instead of a tiny bit shorter.

With winter’s worst yet to come, progress of any kind makes a real impression on those of us who think light and warm and Green Drakes are better than dark and freezing and nothing.

Fly fishing a small stream in mid-summer

Me on a small stream last summer. A repeat is many months away... (photo courtesy Jim Troyer)

And while surviving a mountain winter from the heavily insulated, nicely heated Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters doesn’t exactly qualify me to write a Jack London-esque short story, sunsets at 4:30 in the afternoon do eventually take their toll.

If you’re a short-horizon type like I am – someone who tends to focus on the near-term situation instead of the long-term picture – milestones are the tools that keep you going when the light at the end of the tunnel is dim indeed.

Some fish even when the river’s too high (and going higher), and others decide that writing about something interesting is almost as much fun as doing something interesting, and hole up in their office and type.

Chris Raine – being neither – is (typically) scattered across a half-dozen different bamboo fly rod building projects, while the local guides either work hard on their businesses, or essentially take a few months off.

Others tie flies like obsessed shamans – wielding fly tying tools like talismans meant to ward off madness – and some fools even clean their fly lines and oil their reels for next year.

That we look to January as the start of the year is nothing more than a convenience borne of rigid thinking.

The real fly fishing year begins (and ends) yesterday, and what are you doing to get ready – or simply make it to – next season?

See you in the (growing) light of day, Tom Chandler.

The Underground’s Post-Thanksgiving, err… Post

The bird has been eaten and the relatives are seeing our driveway in their rear-view mirrors, and while holidays are always hectic, this might be the first in recent memory when fly fishing wasn’t even a blip on the radar.

That, of course, flies in the face of common sense; in what I’ll call one of the Upper Sacramento River’s Dirty Little Secrets, the October Caddis bite remains pretty good through the middle of December.

That means big fish on big dries, which is something I don’t take lightly.

Still, family get-togethers are rare things at the Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters, and with Little M now racing around the house on two legs, it’s clear a new World Order has taken over.

Thus, does life nudge us forward.

The Turkey Talks, We Cringe

My Thanksgiving sadness extends beyond the lack of river time; in a move sure to disappoint the legions of Undergrounders, I must admit slightly undercooking the turkey on our charcoal Weber, despite producing perfect birds on several prior occasions.

In other words, I failed charcoal huggers everywhere.

I could recycle the same excuses widely employed for fly fishing (too hot, too cold, too many people lifting the lid/wading the river, etc), but all I can say is the fire just didn’t burn hot enough long enough.

I hang my head in shame.

The Word Count

More startling is this admission: I haven’t written a word in days.

In some ways, that bothers me more than the lack of fly fishing. I’m a writer by trade, and the absence of a little daily keyboard abuse raises alarms of every kind.

Never fear Undergrounders; two nearly finished posts are waiting the in the wings, and you’ll see them shortly.

The world my be spinning faster than it did ten years ago (OK, maybe it just seems that way), but we’re still on this horse.

This week, I begin teaching four nights a week for three weeks – the kind of honest workload that I simply have no stomach for. Sadly, the die is cast, and for three weeks, I’ll fill the role of hardworking, responsible educator/online marketing consultant.

Naturally, any sentence including the word “responsible” chafes the hides of fly fishers the world over, especially given that I’m not only hankering to get a little fishing in, but would love to annihilate a few more clay pigeons with the Browning, and yes, practice a little more precision shooting before the nearby range closes for the winter.

In other words – like my dinner plate on Thanksgiving – my recreational plate is also full of half-cooked goodies.

See you in the classroom, Tom Chandler.

Snow Falling on Wally: Why Everything Looks Shiny & New at the Trout Underground

The snow’s falling at Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters, and while the fluffy white stuff will bring curses in February, today it makes everything look shiny, clean and new.

Even the Trout Underground/Man Cave’s Hydro Testing Facility loses its greenish, slimy appearance under the influence of the fluffy white stuff:

Everything looks better after the first snowfall...
Everything looks better after the first snowfall…

Needless to say, today would be the perfect day to chase BWO hatches on the river, though I’m sidelined with domestic chores (at least steam cleaning a carpet involves a power tool).

I hate missing a snowy day on the water; even if you don’t see a bug or catch a trout, it’s heartbreakingly beautiful (that shiny clean thing again).

And yes, you very often do catch trout, typically on #20 BWO dries or emergers, which – for a Modern Traditionalist Intemperate Dry Fly Partisan – is pretty close to heaven on a stick (a big stick).

Tomorrow, however, may be a different story. Should the planets align and I find myself on the river, you’ll hear it second.

Meanwhile, the Underground’s not deaf to the pleas of the Wally the Wonderdog partisans, who have seen neither hide nor hair of the Magnificent Sausage Beast for some time. Consider this a Wally Snow Day. (He certainly has; he runs around in the stuff like it was money, chasing the falling snowflakes to the ground.)

The Wonderdog loves the snow, but then, he doesn't have to plow it...
The Wonderdog loves the snow, but then, he doesn’t have to plow it…

See you at the Winter Wonderland, Tom Chandler.

Orvis Fishing Reports

With Fly Fishing Retailer Show in Decline, AFFTA Board Makes Bold Move, Then Tells No One About It

It’s Day 47 of the Underground Home Hostage Crisis, and while sleep patterns are slowly returning, Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters remain under siege – the target of insurgent contractors who have seized part of Trout Underground/Man Cave headquarters, demanding ransom (or the baby’s room gets it).

Oddly, the Underground’s newest tax deduction isn’t the only thing kicking, whining and soiling itself; it appears the AFFTA Board – when faced by the grim reality of a Fly Fishing Retailer show in steep decline – made An Important Decision.

They just don’t want to tell us what it is yet.

Oh.

The Seamy Background

Despite a great deal of industry cheerleading leading up to this year’s Fly Fishing Retailer Show (and a fair amount of post-event gushing by a few), it seems the FFR show is indeed struggling.

Wicked Outdoorsy posted this somewhat damming article on their blog, suggesting that something needs to change.

With the vendor list shrinking from almost 200 to 150 since 2008, it’s clear that things aren’t all peachy in FFR land, and in fact, industry 800 pound gorilla Orvis didn’t even appear at FFR until the last minute, apparently reversing a decision to skip the show.

The owner of one of fly fishing’s major retail sites told the Underground he rarely attends FFR since manufacturers and reps bring everything to his buyers, often long before the public sees them, so FFR offers little value beyond the networking.

Then there’s the elephant in the room; are anglers increasingly turning to online sources for gear, and if so, what affect is that having on traditionally fly fishing retailers – the FFR show’s primary target group?

What’s Going to Happen Next?

With FFR facing the double whammy of a recession and what appears to be a general decline in interest, what’s a fly fishing trade organization to do?

One possibility is a show that hits different regions every year, and another obvious idea is to fold the fading FFR show into the sizable Outdoor Retailers show in Salt Lake City.

Indeed, that’s the course favored by Moldy Chum (one of the Chum team works for Patagonia, and attends both shows), and Moldy didn’t seem all that happy when he learned the AFFTA Board had met and ruled out folding FFR into the Outdoor Retailer show.

The discussion in the comments section beneath the Wicked Outdoorsy post covers this possibility, and in fact, the director of both shows weighs in with good information.

The AFFTA Board apparently didn’t agree (as per this post from Angling Trade), though it seems as if they’re not going to tell us why until the end of the month.

One hopes they’ve got a plan, but then again, this is the same group that thought it was a good idea to go head-to-head with Chuck Furimsky’s Fly Fishing Show in the consumer show arena, and got their fingers burned.

Furimsky – who still hasn’t forgotten what AFFTA tried to do – is pitching an idea for a dealer show of his own, though this one would be held in Orlando (taking advantage of cheap airfares, lodging, etc).

Given the enmity between Furimsky and AFFTA, we can safely assume Furimsky would have to go it alone with a dealer show, and that he’d be fighting AFFTA for their own members.

Outdoor Retailer Plan a Boon, or a Bust?

While we already know the AFFTA Board voted against joining the Outdoor Retailer show (we just don’t know why, or what’s going to happen instead), I doubt this idea is going away anytime soon.

After all, a little cross-pollination with the outdoorsy set wouldn’t do fly fishing any harm; it’s a sport that’s in danger of erecting a wall around itself (witness the 8% increase in fishing license sales, yet the slow decline in the number of fly fishermen).

Still, would fly fishing simply get lost in the OR show (as some suggest), or is it about time the sport lost its isolationist tendencies (don’t pretend they don’t exist) and joined the rest of the outdoor world?

The Undergrounders Weigh In

This is what’s cool about the Underground – I let my readers do all the heavy lifting. Sure, I’m a brilliant writer who occasionally posts bikini pictures, but in truth, I actually ask my drunken barely conscious slacker readers what they think, and then ignore you when you answer.

It’s crowdsourcing at its finest, so I put the question to the the Undergrounders:

Should FFR try to go it alone? Should it stay Denver? Or should it fold itself under the massive wing of Outdoor Retailer, and hope all the outdoor jocks decide to give the sport a try?

We ask, you answer…

See you in the comments section, Tom Chandler.

When the Going Gets Tough, The Smart Have Beer (our Oktoberfest Themed Post)

I won’t lie to the Undergrounders (well, not right now); it’s Crazy Time here at Trout Underground/Man Cave World Headquarters.

Still, as everyone knows, when the going gets tough, the tough get going, eventually killing themselves because they didn’t have the common sense to stop and have a beer like everybody else on the planet.

At least that’s how I think the saying goes.

Beer

Brought to us courtesy Pop Artist Nikolas Allen (click pic to see more)

I mean, look at the Germans. They’re an industrious, hard-working people, but every September (and early October), they don traditional garb and dive headfirst into the giant, frosty brewski that is Oktoberfest.

With the rise of extreme fly fishing – and the unfortunate lionization of cheap, swillish beer that so many seem to think adds character to a trip (the Underground’s Department of Alcohol vehemently disagrees) – we thought it appropriate to take a moment and applaud our Germanic cousins, who most certainly do not lionize watery beer:

The Big Picture photoblog pays homage to Germany’s Oktoberfest, and while the photographs of beer halls, lederhosen (I *need* lederhosen), and drunken beer hounds certainly added immensely to our understanding of the world, we’d also suggest our y-chromosone readers pay a visit to a site honoring those who keep the beer flowing to the drunken crowds at the following site:

The Sexy Girls of Oktoberfest Site (ten pages, that’s all we’re saying here).

Still, it’s not yet beer time at TU – there’s still hope of a quick afternoon fly fishing trip to a nearby, probably largely unfishable stream.

When it’s Crazy Time, you do what you can, especially if you’re going to be out of the country for a significant chunk of your area’s own little Oktoberfest (and we mean caddis here, not beer).

More soon for the Undergrounders.

Lederhosen: The Underground *needs* some