Thursday, June 21, 2018

Steal This Book


     Back in 2010 Amato Books published something I wrote about my home water, namely the book pictured on the left, a collection of essays & short memoirs with a section on fly patterns that pretty much reflects what I was thinking, tying & fishing twenty years ago.  Recent evidence indicates the book is still in print & available from Amato or Amazon.

I know the book is still in print because, a few days ago, curious, I checked. I was curious because in accord with my contract with the publisher I’d received a modest royalty check about six months after publication, but have never received one since. Hey, proof I’m not in it for the money.

Have you ever googled yourself? I never had until curiosity about the book got me searching for reviews of it &, surprised, I found a few.  Also surprising, the reviews are pretty good. I’ve never heard of any of the reviewers, & wondered if the publishers had actually paid these people to write these things. One reviewer found the prose “cinematic” & “immersive” & wondered out loud if the author wrote that way intentionally (as if the writing is unintentional & accidently affecting). Most interesting & mysterious though, was the latest review, which wasn’t really a review but a mention in a piece about cult fly fishing books. Apparently, at least according to the writer, my book has achieved ‘cult’ status.

That all got me thinking. Is ‘cult’ a label we give to obscure movies or books that do not sell very well though a few people like them, or are there actual fly fishing book cults who are privy to a secret network known only to initiates of the cult?

Jack Mitchell, owner of the Evening Hatch guide service, bought a copy of the book & added it to the library at Black Bear Lodge on the upper Columbia. The book occupied a wee niche on the lodge’s bookshelf for six or seven years & was read then returned by numerous guests. Then, last season, the book disappeared. Jack informed me of the book’s mysterious disappearance. He suspected it had been stolen. I let the news sink in for a few moments, grimaced, put on a shocked & disappointed expression & shook my head, all the while secretly delighted & proud that somebody would like my book enough to put virtue, fear of getting caught & fear of hellfire aside to steal it.

Maybe the person who took the book was a member of The Cult. Perhaps entry into the cult requires one to steal the book. A pact sealed with a crime. Who knows. Maybe everybody but me is in on it ~         

Thursday, June 14, 2018

March Browns of June



     The spate has gone by & the home water is finally clearing & coming into shape. The native redbands, most of them thinking only of sex for the last two months, are now done with spawning & looking around for something to eat. With abiding synchronicity nature has timed the end of the spawning season to coincide with the onset of the year’s heaviest insect hatches.


As the spate diminishes, the bugs get going. If you watch it daily you see the progression. At first a spritzer of sedges. Some BWO’s on cloudy days. Nothing but a handful of tidlers up & going on them. It feels dead, but don’t be fooled, the clouded silt is a veil hiding the river’s secret doings while rising pregnant in its season. It is about to give birth. Daily, hatches of wee bugs increase until about the first or second week of June, when March Brown mayflies appear. March Browns are just the thing needed to put some fat back on haggard post-spawners, & these really get things going.


A gently swung softie will generally outfish a dryfly, where I fish. Here’s one that is turning the trick right now.

UC March Brown

Hook: #10 Mustad 3366-BR (equal to a standard #12), the fly dressed small on the hook, about #14

Thread: rust-brown UNI 8/0

Hackle: partridge

Tails: bronze gadwall flank

Rib: burnt-orange floss, twisted

Body: hares mask with a bit of Hareline UV Pink Shrimp Dub chopped in ~ & finish.