Angling Trade Report…On trends in the fly-fishing industry... Time for a brief preview of the new-products front for 2009. Many of the key fly-fishing market players who led with trump in 2008 are now leveraging/expanding product lines into which they’ve poured significant R-and-D
The only place along our route where the creek has not been hemmed in by homes and fences...
- Photography by: Ted Fauceglia
Tap's Bug is one of the all-time great fly-rod bass bugs. Let's tie one. (Please be patient—it may take a minute or two for all of the photos to load!) Start the thread on the hook shank. Tie in the bucktail tail. Trim the front end of the clump of bucktail and make a nice taper with thread on
Whenever folks ask me where I live, I adopt my best body-builder pose, arm curled tight, and point just below my wrist on the inside of my forearm. My anatomical reference is to Wellfleet, on outer Cape Cod. Everyone laughs, but the biggest cackles come from Michiganders because they know what it's like to chart geography on a body part. (Michigan is known as the Mitten because of its resemblance to the hand shoe.) But, then again, they may just find humor in the fact that I need to hit the gym and grunt out a few hundred more bicep curls.But no gym time for me now because it's fall on the Cape and that's fishing time. Vacation crowds leave in droves around Labor Day, and we anglers have the entire sandbar to ourselves. There are few vehicles waiting at red lights and beach parking lots are virtually empty (and non-permit parking is generally allowed). Vehicles with bike racks disappear and are replaced by rigs with rod racks. By Columbus Day, the restaurants are closed, and it becomes increasingly difficult to get a cup of coffee or some junk food to chow on in between midnight fishing trips.
Weather-wise, it’s been a cruel summer here in northern New England. This year, parts of Maine have measured their most precipitation ever. Back-to-back clear, sunny days have been few and far between; with the rain, river flows have been unfriendly to fly fishers. I can’t remember a summer