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Posted by Jack on 07/25 at 02:13 PM in (0) CommentsPermalink

Hex Hatch is upon us

The famous Hex hatch is here and fishing has been very solid in the lakes they call home. This is the perfect after work fishery, as the best fishing is just before dark, and depending on what state you fish, after dark. Here are our top picks to take along with you.

Sexy Hex
Parachute Foam Hex
Flutterglow Hex
Hex Popcorn Cripple
Hex-X Cripple

Posted by Jack on 07/17 at 10:37 AM in (0) CommentsPermalink

A Better Flyfisher

In my line of work I hear the phrase “to become a better fly fisher” many times. Many of us have set our feet on this path at one time or another. It is the mantra that we chant once we are caught up in this pastime. Very recently I heard this phrase from someone “on the cutting edge” of fly fishing. For some reason this particular hearing of “becoming a better fly fisher” stuck with me this time. Soon after I heard of a fellow fisher that had become disenchanted with the sport. Loved the outdoors and being near the river, but questioned the need to fish. It set me to wonder…...
It came to me that I had been in this same spot earlier in my life. That place where I was driven to master the sport…. to become a better fisher. I willingly immersed myself into fly fishing as a method to make a living at something I enjoyed. The environment I entered demanded that I excel, and while I look back with some misgivings, I went willingly. And I learned this craft fairly well. I focused on learning all I could, as fast as I could. I enjoyed learning to cast a fly rod, reading the water, gaining somewhat of an understanding of the fish. Being in the trade, people asked questions, and I needed to have the right answers. I became, for a while, a fishing guide. Ended up in the retail end of the trade (after a few side trips into other aspects of fly fishing). I became a better fly fisher. On purpose. Met people from all over the world. It’s been quite a journey, and not always easy, but good never-the-less. Got to the point that I almost missed the point. I enjoy fly fishing and all that goes with it. I love meeting the people that share this sport with me, the equipment I have ( and will have in the future grin, the places that I have fished. There were clues along the way, but I was so focused on being “all that I could be” that I almost missed them. My fault. I really enjoyed bringing new people into this pastime. I was able to show them the basic skills needed to fish well, but more importantly, I tried teach each and every person how to enjoy the sport. Most of us say that it is not about catching fish, and this is easily the most simple description of fly fishing. You can dress it up, take it to dinner and a show, but in the end, it’s not about catching fish. The catching is really something that happens while you are out there fishing. I was sharing with others what I thought about the sport, But I was really telling myself. Listen to people that have been doing this for a long time talk about their fishing trips. Underneath all talk about the fish caught (or not, as it were) is the thread that weaves together the experience. The people, weather, food, flies tied and the arriving and the leaving of a place. So many things spoken of, and not a great deal of conversation about the catching. Listen close sometime. Very little about getting better, but a great deal about enjoying life (or this part of it at least).

I believe that I have discovered that at some point being better requires that we set a standard that is needed needed to measure ourselves against. That is simply the way life is. My standard was to become proficient enough at what I do that I could relax enough to enjoy it. But I thought I needed to be better, so I continued to strive towards that goal. And I am still learning, I have no doubt of that, but my motovation has changed. I still want to become better, but only because if my cast improves a bit I can reach this certain spot, or learning to tie a particular fly the way I see it might tempt a reluctant fish to strike. But I have dropped the standards I had of becoming better because it got in the way of my enjoying the journey. There are not many rules to this game, though there are many that you can impose on yourself. If you have the need to catch more fish and bigger fish, more power to you. People that have that particular drive help the fishing industry to improve the equipment I use. I guess that each of us have needs that suit ourselves. I have the need to smile when I am on the water. I might find that reading a book back in camp suits me better than fishing most of the day. I might be thinking of dinner later at camp. And it may happen that a fish will come along and intrude on my innermost thoughts while fishing, but that is the risk I take. The catching is such a small part of my day.
The river is a constant source of noise as it flows across this earth, but if you listen long enough to the water crashing over the landscape and murmuring along the banks, you may find that something is trying to communicate with you. The river has much to say for those who listen…...It has flowed much longer than I ever will.

J. Morgan Jones


Posted by Jack on 07/14 at 03:26 PM in (0) CommentsPermalink

Fishin’ with Finn

“Dad, I want to go Bass fishing with you and grandpa, in the boat!!!”  Hmm….  Taking Finn fishing has gotten more complicated now that we have the Tracker.  It is fairly easy and simple process to take him to a lake or pond and fish from shore, especially if there is a park/playground near.  Taking him boating however, is a whole different story.  Fishing now has the element of speed.
Dad and I had our work cut out for us on this one.  I’m still not comfortable in taking him to a river with the boat.  With less than two inches of gunnel height above the deck, I imagine him floating to down town Portland.  So we had to find a lake that allows us to drive around really fast, and still be able to find some bass.  Henry Hagg???  Never been there, but heard of good bass.  Check the Atlas, yep, half of the lake has 35 mph speed limit.  Let’s try it. 
I wouldn’t say the fishing was red hot the day we were there, but it was good enough to get Finn this nice bucket mouth.  As it turns out, I really liked this lake.  If I can find a less traveled route, we’ll definitely be back to explore some more.  Oh yeah, we also got to cure Finn’s need for speed.

Posted by Jack Hagan on 07/07 at 03:44 PM in (0) CommentsPermalink
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