My thoughts on fishing licenses

I’m usually pretty tolerant; I let a good many things brush past me without a second thought. However, with water temps a bit warm lately, I’ve been hunkered under my Cut Bank with time to think. And something is gnawing at me like a sea louse.

Fishing licenses.

They’re required–sign above says so. The problem is that anyone can get one, with a few exceptions. Obviously if you’ve committed a game law infraction your license may have been revoked, or if you’re a convicted felon you probably can’t get a license. But by and large any state or province will sell you a license to fish.

Not everyone should be licensed to fish.  In fact, most of you anglermen would do well to avoid fishing altogether. You come armed with the latest gear and flog the waters unskillfully because, why? Because you can.

Your fishing license entitles you to fish.  You lack skill, but you are entitled.

Like a participant’s trophy, a fishing license is made available to everyone, and given out to those who really don’t deserve it; to those without skill. I’m willing to bet that when you purchased your license, the clerk at the local sporting goods store smiled at you and said, “Aw, good for you!”

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

By the way, if you’re interested, I was recently chased down and harassed by the paparazzi, HERE.

The Bull Moose and The Hawg-Brown

Not many anglermen are capable of catching even moderately respectable browns, so it should come as little surprise that few men have ever actually landed yours truly. A few have, though it has been scant few and they’ve been far between.

The Bull Moose and The Hawg-Brown, circa 1910

One such man who had what it took was the Rough Rider–the Bull Moose himself–President Teddy Roosevelt, seen here with myself. Details are sketchy as the photo was taken a long time ago, when I was very young. Since then I’ve been through, seen, grown and forgotten a great deal.

I respect few men, and even fewer fly anglermen. Theodore Roosevelt was an exception, but he’s long gone.

I am still here to tell you with great certainty that they don’t make them like they used to, as evidenced by all of you who happen to be reading this. You all are no Teddy Roosevelt.

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Guide Interrrogation: Fred Telleen

So vast is the popularity of the Guide Interrogation series, this is the third installment in three weeks. After today’s guest, no doubt the popularity of this blog will diminish. The hot seat is filled with another vagabond fly anglerguideman who clearly has a shady past fraught with questionable antics, which explains why he has lived in 10 states. It’s hard for the authorities to track you down unless you remain in one spot for a length of time, and to this day he never stays in one place for more than half the year. He keeps a blog that nobody ever reads (Mysticwaters.com) and runs a guide business  in Alaska that cannot put a single client on a brown trout (Mysticfishing.com).

(For those of you with only primary school educations, Mystic is defined as “Enigmatic, obscure.”; Mysticism as “Vague, groundless speculation.” You get the idea. Or, maybe you don’t)

It's no Hawg Brown, but it's a respectable Alaskan Rainbow (stupid fish)

RH-B: Where are you from and where do you live now?

I emerged from the womb and began haunting waters from the equator to the Arctic Circle. I have lived in nine states with brown trout and one without. I hate to tell you, but I really love the one without. I currently reside in Montana, with five months of Alaska on the side.

It’s no great secret why there are no browns in Alaska: if there were, people would have no reason to go all the way to Patagonia to fish for searun browns. No doubt the nancy-boy rainbows up north are glad for the lack of Hawg Browns.

RH-B: How did you get into the guiding game, and how long have you been at it?

I managed to talk my way into an internship for 12 college credits with an outfitter in Alaska.  Fish guiding was not part of the curriculum plan, but after a couple weeks on site, I was licensed and running fishing trips. This year marks my 24th season as a licensed Alaska fishing guide and my 13th as a business owner.  I’m also now licensed as a guide in Montana.  How do you feel about that?  

Last I checked, I was the one asking the questions here.

RH-B: Do you remember your first trip as a guide? If so, what made it memorable?

I could not believe how much the guests were paying (the outfitter) for their trip, and was sure they would know I was a rookie.  I had little frame of reference for the productivity of the river, because it was all new to me.  I was also concerned about timing my progress to the boat landing for the appointed pick up. I managed to bluff through my inexperience and the three anglers each caught enough fish.  They said they really enjoyed the trip and then asked how long I’d been guiding.  I said, “All season and today was opening day.”  Then they tipped me.  That tip was the clincher, misdirecting me from the pursuit of any mainstream jobs.

So, what you did was prove that guides don’t really know what they’re doing. Perception is everything and bluffing isn’t just for poker.

When you can't put clients on a Hawg Brown, go to Alaska for cute little rainbows.

RH-B: Have you ever put a client onto a hawg brown, and if so, how big?

The answer is no.  Alaska has no brown trout.  I have guided a few trips in Montana and they have all been on the Missouri River.  The MO has plenty of 16-22” browns.  I have thus far landed one 24” brown on the MO, which I consider to be a Jr. Hawg Brown.  The problem with the MO is that hundreds of rainbows get in the way. Before my guiding career took me to Alaska and all over the West, I grew up in Wisconsin. Lake Michigan and the many tributaries had no shortage of Hawg Browns back in the 80s.  It was almost too easy and it’s been so long, that I’m scratching those fish off my record.  I am now on the quest for a Montana 30” or larger Hawg Brown.  I know a few places where you live.  It’s only a matter of time.

Alaska needs browns. We need to move past the whole “native species” thing. Eventually browns will inhabit all reaches of the earth. Once you humans are gone, the Earth is ours.

RH-B: What’s your favorite color?

Pearlescent

Wise guy, eh? 

RH-B: As a guide, what do you do on your day off? 

I make a list of all the things that I need to get done.  I stare at the list while drinking my first cup of coffee.  I decide not to put off until tomorrow what I can put off until the end of the month. Then I go fishing.  I recently drove 80 miles to a stream where you had been sighted.  You were hiding that day, but I’ll be back.  

I’m always here, waiting. I never hide because there’s no reason to. 

RH-B: What’s the biggest brown you’ve ever caught? 

I don’t know.  I do remember this old photo my dad took of me wearing a black and yellow In-Fisherman trucker hat, while holding a fish that’s tail was dragging on the ground.

That might be impressive if you weren’t only 18 inches tall in the photo, which I have to assume to be the case since you did not provide a photo.

RH-B: Dry, nymph, or swing meat?

When it comes to Hawg Brown, I’m a purist. Hawg Brown only counts on a fish imitation streamer or a large swimming rodent pattern.  To catch Hawg Brown on a nymph is just a hunting accident.  On a dry fly, it’s simply improbable.  On an egg pattern or bead, it’s merely too common.  The short answer is fake meat.

This is the answer I was seeking, but it doesn’t change my opinion of you.

RH-B: Do you see yourself guiding 10 years from now?

Yes.  Maybe not as much, but I don’t see how I will ever stop because I’m currently taking bookings for 2022.  If anyone would like to send me a deposit, there are still a few prime dates available.

Thinking beyond December 21, 2012 is a bold move. I’ll still be around, but according to the Mayans you humans probably will not.

RH-B: If you’re targeting Hawg browns, what is your setup? Be specific with your choice of rod, reel, line, etc. And why do you choose this gear, specifically? (good warranty? Cost? Reliability?)

I recently started fishing an 8wt Sage One.  It’s the bomb diggety.   It’s Hawg Brown worthy.  I have lots of reels including Nautilus, Ross and Sage.  The reels are all good and I just pick the one that is carrying the right line. I throw a Rio Clouser Taper for a floater sometimes, but choose a Rio Streamer Tip (Clear Intermediate) most of the time.  If I need to dredge, I pull out the old Teeny T-200, T300 or T350.  I also swing with my Sage 6119 TCX and a variety of MOW tips.  I buy and fish the best of the best, because I deserve it.  I also write it all off as a business expense and thus let my clients use any of it they need.  That part of it often leads to painful results and many $50 charges from Bainbridge Island, WA.  I’m currently working up a new streamer pattern.  The early results are very promising on Jr. Browns.  They especially like the one that is colored like a rainbow trout. When I tie one big enough…look out.

I like 8 weights because they provide a false sense of security for the foolish anglerman. I’ve been hearing much about this One rod. I expect to own at least one by the end of this year–maybe yours, if you can find me before you run off to Alaska to chase stupid rainbow trouts.

RH-B: Do you have a nickname, and if so what’s the story behind it? 

Back in my early Wisconsin school days, most of the kids on the playground called me the Salmo Trutta Lacustris Kid. Now, years later as a guide, some clients call me the Jedi.  One calls me Sensei. Most just call me Fred.  With a name like Fred, I really don’t need a nickname, but I think some of the guides on the Kenai River have other names for me. On the web, I often go by Mysticfish, because my business name is Mystic Waters, and I have domains named mysticwaters.com and mysticfishing.com, and Mystic and Fish just seem to fit together.

Sounds an awful lot like self-promotion to me, which is frowned-upon here.

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Guide Interrogation: Jay Dixon

The first installment in this series was so successful that fly angling guides are clamoring at my Cut Bank, begging pathetically to be put in the hot seat and tasked with answering 11 questions. With rivers running a bit high due to runoff, I’ve got time on my pectoral fins so how could I refuse?

In the hot seat today is Jay Dixon, proprietor of Dixon Adventures, based out of the Bitterroot Valley in Montana. As an outfitter and guide, Jay will gladly accept money from any fly anglerman foolish enough to part with their hard-earned cash. But enough about the character flaws of Jay’s clients, let’s move to the questions and get through this as quickly as possible.

 

Jay Dixon steals the glory from another client.

RH-B: Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born in Philadelphia and grew up in my adolescent years in Columbus, Ohio.  I currently live in Florence, Montana just south of Missoula.

Oh, this is a heartwarming, living embodiment of someone who heeded the call to “Go West, Young Man!” Isn’t that precious.

RH-B: How did you get into the guiding game, and how long have you been at it?

I started fly fishing when I was about 6 years old and my roots are in the Adirondacks in upstate New York.  This is my 21st year guiding this year.

 For some reason you didn’t really address the the first part of the question.  I don’t recall asking how old you were when you started waving a fairy wand, I asked how you got into guiding. Shifty, and evasive. Clearly you’re not someone to be trusted.

RH-B: Do you remember your first trip as a guide? If so, what made it memorable?

I certainly do remember my first trip as a guide and I am still fishing with the client that I did my first trip with.  I was low on the guide list as a rookie and I got the trip that was a wade trip up Rock Creek during salmon fly season.  I remember teaching Denny how to cast and I put the fly out there and a big brown came up for the fly and I pulled it out of the water before the take.  I then handed the rod to Denny and he cast into the same spot and caught the trout.  The most memorable part of the trip is that when I got home, Denny called and wanted to float the next day!  I was so excited about my first return customer on the evening of my first trip.

 So this Denny character is superior as a fly anglerman to you, the man he paid to show him how it should be done? I reckon it’s true what they say: “If you can’t catch fish, guide.”

Jay rockin' the Costco waders

RH-B: Have you ever put a client onto a hawg brown, and if so, how big?

Yes I have put clients into hawg browns many times on many rivers.  I just had my client catch a 23 inch brown 2 days ago.  My record big brown day is 8 over 20 inches in one day and 2 of them over 24 inches. The biggest brown I have had a client catch is 26.5 inches and I have had 2 browns at about 28 to 30 inches right by my net that still won the battle!

28 and 30 inch fish that you got to the net but weren’t able to officially land? Weak wrists will do that. You realize that there are countless fly anglermen who hail from the AuSable that are laughing at you right now, yes? 

RH-B: What’s your favorite color?

Green.

I had such hope for you, Jay Dixon. Obviously I continue to over-estimate you professional fly angling fools. The correct answer is, of course, brown.

RH-B: As a guide, what do you do on your day off?

If it is between March and November I do a number of different things on my day off and most of them involve fishing.  The list is:  take my family fishing, test a guide, fish with my best friend, tie flies, work on my business website, go fishing by myself, and more.  If it is after November I try and ski with my wife and my family as much as I can.

It’s hard to fault a man for spending time with his family, but clearly you’ve got issues because your life is dominated by a silly activity like fly angling.  

RH-B: What’s the biggest brown you’ve ever caught?

26 inches

And you admit this openly? Are you sure you don’t have those numbers transposed? 

RH-B: Dry, nymph, or swing meat?

A terrestrial dry fly that I tie and has 6 legs.

A dry fly. But of course! Why am I not surprised?

RH-B: Do you see yourself guiding 10 years from now?

Absolutely.

I’m sorry to hear that. 

RH-B: If you’re targeting Hawg browns, what is your setup? Be specific with your choice of rod, reel, line, etc. And why do you choose this gear, specifically? (good warranty? Cost? Reliability?)

I am not a gear guide, in fact I have basically never had a pro deal or been decked out with all kinds of equipment in my career ever.  I actually wear waders I bought at Costco for the last couple years.  I do prefer some stuff though.  I am a big GLX fan and I also had the privilege of doing a TV show with Tim Rajeff, so I also like his Echo rods.   I love reels that easily take up line when you hit the knob, like a Galvin.  There are plenty of times I am using cheaper equipment like temple fork rods and cheapie reels.  The gear does not make much of a difference to me, it is how you use it!  I like using Ridge line, or Scientific American lines, but I really don’t care.  I can usually cast an entire fly line on any rod even if the line and the rod is not very good.  It is all about technique, proficiency, and efficiency.

Not many would admit to wearing Costco waders. You might take that into consideration. As a side note, no matter their affordable price tag, “Temple Fork” should still be capitalized.

 

Coach.

RH-B: Do you have a nickname, and if so what’s the story behind it?

The question about my nicknames.  Well my most widely used nickname that I like is “Coach.”  I used to coach high school basketball, but I have become a well known instructor and love teaching the sport of fly fishing.  I have other nicknames, but they are ones that have been givin me that would be bragging about myself, which I do not like to do.  Example:  Jay Don Rooney, the Godfather of the lower river.  One of the many pet peeves I have in this industry are guides and fly fisherman with big egos that basically insult the sport and what it stands for.

That was clever: to state in one sentence that you do not like to brag, and then tell us in the next sentence that one of your nicknames denotes an air of superiority. Again, there’s reason not to trust you. Moving on, what does the sport stand for? 

Oh, look at that–we’re all out of time, fortunately. 

 

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Guide Interrogation: Joe Willauer

It’s no secret that fly anglermen amuse me to no end. The follies and antics displayed by the hoards of foolish humans, while laughable and pathetic, are nonetheless something I value. I’ll gladly take whatever comes my way, but those that get paid to bring me sport (at no cost to me) deserve a special bit of attention. As a rare token of my gratitude I have opted to occasionally showcase the cream of the crop—the fools of fools—the fly angling guides.

With me today in the hot seat today is Joe Willauer, the voice behind Evolution Anglers. He allegedly guides not only for himself, but for some fellow who calls himself Rooster (at the Stonefly Inn & Outfitters in Montana) and for some other guy who goes by the name of Brazda (during the late winter/early spring for steelhead on Washington’s Olympic Penninsula). But enough about Joe’s tendency to work for whomever will hire him, let’s get through this as quickly as possible.

Joe Willauer enjoys an opportunity to untangle a client's line.

RH-B: Where are you from and where do you live now?
I am from Central Washington and now live in Twin Bridges, MT

I hear the wind blows in Central Washington, and so does the brown trout fishing. 

RH-B: How did you get into the guiding game, and how long have you been at it?
This is my 10th year as a fishing guide, spending 5 on the Yakima, 5 around Twin Bridges, and winters guiding steelhead.  I got into guiding first on the Yakima when I went to college at CWU (Go Wildcats!).  I started working as a shop guy for The Evening Hatch, and then began guiding the following summer.

Five years spent guiding on the Yakima River, and not a single brown trout to show for that time. I imagine if you could go back in time 10 years you might choose something else to do with yourself rather than having wasted 5 years of it on that pathetic, brown-less ditch. 

RH-B: Do you remember your first trip as a guide? If so, what made it memorable?
My first trip as a guide was part of a big corporate trip, and I had two guys who had never been fly fishing.  I just remember one of them catching his one and only fish within sight of the take out, and being relieved we didn’t get skunked.

Unfortunately we cannot overlook the fact that you likely turned that client away from fly fishing forever because you could only put him on one fish all day. You probably did him a favor.

RH-B: Have you ever put a client onto a hawg brown, and if so, how big?
I’ve seen my fair share of Hawg browns, but the most recent hawg was a 24” brown on some local Montana small water.  The thing crushed a Zuddler several times before we got it to stick.

Your answer is evasive. You did not state whether or not you got a client into a Hawg, only that you’ve seen your fair share of Hawg browns. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that you did put a client on the fish in question. Perhaps consider sharpening the hook next time. It shouldn’t be so difficult to stick a little 2 foot trout.

Small hands make a small fish look relatively large.

RH-B: What’s your favorite color?

Blue

Wrong. The correct answer is ‘Brown’. 

RH-B: As a guide, what do you do on your day off? 

Go fishing of course!

Seems a bit selfish to me. Perhaps you should consider spending more time reading or tending to your Honey-Do list. I hear the wives of fly angling guides are a lonely lot.

RH-B: What’s the biggest brown you’ve ever caught? 

About 6 lbs, on a John’s CFO Hopper

I suppose a 6-lb brown isn’t bad considering you hail originally from a state without a decent brown trout fishery. But I think you can do better. Or, perhaps maybe you can’t. Hoppers, pfffttt.  Only sub-standard fish waste the energy to rise to the surface. A true Hawg lies under his cut bank and waits for it to come to him. Rising fish are weak. Fishing dries indicates a character flaw.

RH-B: Dry, nymph, or swing meat?

All of the above, but if I can choose, dries or streamers.

Such a predictable answer. Of course any fly anglerman is going to say that. I’m was hoping for some integrity here, and the honest answer would be a pegged bead smothered in Powerbait. I sense a pattern of dishonesty developing here.

RH-B: Do you see yourself guiding 10 years from now?

We’ll see…

 Right. I’ll come back in ten years and ask the same question.

RH-B: If you’re targeting Hawg browns, what is your setup? Be specific with your choice of rod, reel, line, etc. And why do you choose this gear, specifically? (good warranty? Cost? Reliability?)

My current hawg-brown set up is a Scott S4 9’6” 6wt with a Nautilus FWX 5/6 and a Airflo Ridge Supple Impact.  I love the Scott because it has the backbone to turn over the big streamer and nymph rigs that you need for getting big fish, but is light enough to fish all day.  The Nautilus is a good solid reel, and I love Airflo lines because they are very durable, and outlast any other line by a long margin.

 Oh, that’s rich. A 6 weight. Seriously?  I suppose you’d bring a dull butter knife to face down an opponent who’s brandishing a fully automatic assault rifle? As far as being ‘light enough to fish all day’, it sounds like your upper body is weak. I will commend you for your taste in reels–I love the drags on those Nautilus: they smoke slowly, like a fine La Gloria. Until Airflo issues a Cut Bank Hawg Impact line with the tensile strength of parachute chord, I won’t be impressed.

RH-B: Do you have a nickname, and if so what’s the story behind it?

Jergens.

Ooooh, kay…We’re out of time and frankly I’ve grown weary of this discussion. 

 

 

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Letters to the Predator: Small Vampires

Another amusing anglingman recently wrote :

 

Roddy:

I couldn’t figure out how to upload pics, so I am sending two to you, which you may post if you like.

Mike's Small Vampire?

Both are of my brother Mike’s muskie pattern he calls a “Vampire.” I have no idea how he ties it, but it’s about the size of a chipmunk and casts just fine on a 9 or 10-weight. I have caught muskies, pike and bass on the fly but have not tried it for hawg browns. Because the thing comes alive in the water, I have to believe those old salmo piscavores ought to at least take a swiperoo at it.

The shot of the fly on the canoe seat shows my Loomis 9-wt for perspective. That’s the tail end of another of Mike’s patterns hanging from the hook keeper, called a “Rainbow Leech.”

The portrait shot was taken by my webmaster, Les Booth. This pattern and several others will soon be for sale on my website, dansmalloutdoors.com. Just look for Mike Small’s Big Flies. As Red Green says, “You can tell a lot about a man by the size of his fly!”

DanDan Small Outdoors, LLC
http://dansmalloutdoors.com
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Nobody calls me Roddy except for my mother. However, I do like chipmunks, and hope that some of the foolish trout anglermen would bring me one of these Vampires. I would also imagine that some of the steelhead anglermen in Forks, WA might be interested in your brother’s Vampire pattern.

Now go back to internet school so you can learn how to upload photos.

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Buster wants a brown trout

The amusing fly anglingmen over at Buster Wants To Fish have posted an amusing photo of a sticker seen on a driftboat.

Now isn’t that cute.

 

 

I’ve been hacked, repeatedly

A lot of you fly fishing people complain of being hacked from time to time, referring to the act in which you choose security passwords that are even simpler, perhaps, than yourselves. It’s not terribly surprising that this happens. After all, you are not very clever.

I’ve recently been hacked as well. In fact, it seems to be happening with more regularity. As an example, I’ll be resting under my cut bank waiting for a nutria or merganser to swim by, when suddenly my peace and quiet is interrupted by one or several indications that I’ve been hacked. Here are a few suggestions for you hacks:

1. Use an open loop, not a clinch knot. Not even an improved clinch knot will improve the way your fly swims. The clinch knot creates an unnatural hinge. Loop knot. Repeat.

2. False casting is for dry flies. Strip some line off your reel, use a good double haul and shoot some line. Forget the 10 and 2 rule. Throwing meat is not pretty, for crying out loud. Speaking of loud…

3. That loud snapping sound as you begin your forward cast probably means you lost your fly because you rushed your forward stroke. When you hear the telltale snap, stop. Check to see if there’s still a fly on the end of your line. If the fly is gone, do not continue fishing until it has been replaced using a loop knot. It’s annoying when the tag end of a leader drifts by my nose.

4. When fishing a weed bed, it’s a sound practice to occasionally inspect your fly to see if it’s collecting aquatic flora. Most critters in the river do not swim about dragging weed strands. Amazingly, I can tell a difference between an olive woolly bugger and a black woolly bugger dragging green weeds. If you must, use a weed guard on your fly. It may make you feel like a low-class bass fisherman, but who are you to be a snob, right?

5. Mend, but only if you need to. When you’re swinging a streamer, mend only as you need to and do so with some tact. When you yank your line off the water abruptly, imagine what that does to your fly.

6. When you go all stealthy, squinting behind your polarized sunglasses doesn’t make you disappear. I can still see you.

We cannot rid the world of hacks, but with these helpful tips perhaps the number can be reduced.

 

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth

 

 

Letter to the Predator: T-shirts?

A week or so ago I posted an open call for Letters to the Predator. This generous offering is a chance for you amusing little fly fishing people to air your grievances, seek guidance, or make general inquiries. The first letter comes from a person named, “Bob”.  Bob writes:

Sir:
Maybe I should not have been as surprised as I find myself in light of the lack of action following your early foray into casual cotton wear. Have you retreated under some sartorial log, unwilling to put the goods out there. I am sure you will try to blame this on humans one way or another, but I suspect that you’re dealing with some inner failure-abhorent self. Fish up and follow through, I say!
Dear Lacking Proper Punctuation,
If you are asking a question, use a question mark. They look like this: ?
The answer to your question that was lacking proper punctuation is simple: I am a fish. With pectoral fins in place of opposable thumbs and a set of accompanying fingers, it’s difficult to  get things done in a world dominated by humans.  T-shirt designs are done and have were put to a vote, but there was little consensus and even less response to warrant the time and great effort it would take me to pursue the matter on a solo basis. I am preparing to approach a destination fly shop in Montana to see if they’d be interested in issuing some Hawg-Brown shirts to promote their shop. If they don’t jump at the opportunity they are fools and I will take my offer to the next shop. Ultimately some fly angling business will see the inherent brilliance in my proposal, although because I am dealing with fly fishing people (who are largely challenged when it comes to intellect) it may take some time. Until then, here’s a helpful link for you.
I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.

Letters to the Predator

You’ve got something to say, I know you do. My recommendation is that you don’t keep it all inside–grow a pair, and say it. Contact me with your thoughts, I’ll answer your questions. But use good English. Speak in full sentences. Use punctuation and proper grammar.

And don’t expect me to sugar coat anything.

I am Roderick Hawg-Brown, and I speak the truth.