“The notion of fly-fishing for sharks seems as if it were the product of an overactive (and likely distraught) imagination — perhaps a scribbling from Hunter S. Thompson’s notebook after a cocktail of espresso and mescaline.”
Is the loss of interest in fish and duck stamps, as some artists claim, a sign that no one is interested in wildlife art any more? Or have changes in taste and state economies driven stamp artists out of business? In the Wall Street Journal, Barry Newman writes about sporting art’s latest endangered species.
“To lure collectors, states issued a lot more stamps than they had hunters or anglers. A stamp glut compounded the print glut. The revenue stamps often cost more to print than they raised in revenue. As a result, Mr. Dumaine now counts 15 states that have eliminated duck stamps, on top of the 16 that have dropped their trout stamps.”
Scott & Nix did an excellent interview with fishing artist, book illustrator and fly fisher Flick Ford this week. Flick fly fishes “99 percent of the time,” with most of his days spent in the Delaware River system, Berkshires and northeast coast.
Cold precipitation didn’t dampen the spirits of those celebrating the renaming of Colorado’s “Dream Stream” in honor of the late Charlie Meyers on Saturday. Karl Licis writes about the event in The Denver Post: “A steady flow of sportsmen, public-policy makers and regular readers filed past a newly placed kiosk with photos, biographical tidbits and a vintage column by Meyers that celebrated a barefoot fishing boy.”
Fly fishing gutter balls: writer Allen Morris Jones (Last Year’s River) of Big Sky Journal considers the consequences of losing a healthy Shields River brown trout in his short essay The Lost Fish.
“I sling out my first cast, dropping an ugly rubber leg down into the hole. Presented well, the water gives up nothing. I follow the line with my rod, then retrieve. Roll cast back up to the shallow riffle and watch the line float closer to the bank, smooth and slow. Uninterrupted. It’s dusk, no breeze, the stars are aligned. How could I not catch a fish?”
In a classic article from the August 1972 issue of Field & Stream, Nick Lyons ruminates on fishing, how it changes our lives and why it drives most to behave irrationally.
“A guy named Art Flick once spent three years doing nothing but catching and identifying the bugs trout eat. He only carried a rod so other fishermen wouldn’t think he was nuts. Maybe those were the best years of his life. Trout fishermen are the subrace within the subrace. Which is pretty low.”
Stu Apte and the Florida Citrus Queen subdue “seven feet of silvery dynamite” before settling down for Manhattans and The Lawrence Welk Show…
This vintage film from the IGFA Museum’s library was reproduced by Costa Del Mar in partnership with the IGFA. The idea was to remind people how great fishing stories were in yesteryear, before equipment and technique formats became so prevalent in outdoor shows.
Marshall Cutchin of MidCurrent notes, “the clips are so refreshing because it’s a such great reduction of the sport to its elements–hard to find anything like this being done today.”
Not a lot of surprises: most of the great lodges here cost well over $4,000 per week, not including air fare. Then again, we can name a handful of do-it-yourself expeditions that would cost as much or more and not provide the level of service that places like Bristol Bay Lodge and the Firehole Ranch do. “The [Firehole] lodge does the little things right: Everybody, from the guides to the chambermaids, knows your name from the moment you arrive.” Chambermaids? Really?