I haven’t gone anywhere, I swear

Been taking a little hiatus from everything. I kinda felt like I needed a break from tying through this long ass horrible for fishing winter. I’m tired of it. I get up, I go to work, I come home and tie flies until it’s time to pass out. I rinse, I repeat, and I stumble like a zombie through the week. Spring cannot get here soon enough. My casting arm twitches. Hell I’ll even cast right handed if it gets me on the water. And I won’t complain about it.

Here’s The Derp doing derpy things


I’m ready for warm. I’m ready for smallmouth. I’m ready for carp. I’m ready for gar. Hell, I’ll even purposely target bluegill, I haven’t done that in awhile. I’ve got the shack nasties bad. It snowed hard last night. It’s spring. It’ll be 50 in a few days and the rivers will be blown for weeks. I’m sure I’m not alone in this twilight state I’ve been living in. I bet there’s a hundred more like me.

I might have a SBS of a big weedless bass/pike fly up soon. I swear I’m not going anywhere.