moosekid
Handsomest Neff Member
Guys,
I’m Drake. I’m Drake as hell. I’m so Drake that if a beer doesn’t make me squint with pale, insipid bitterness, it is by definition a bad beer. I have no room in my Yakima Rocketbox for beers like this--that’s how Drake I am.
It’s no secret that the Drake Magazine has been hemorrhaging readership since the launch of GB Magazine earlier this week, and I fear that the Drake may soon be eclipsed by this younger, fresher competitor.
And with good reason --
GB Magazine is a fine, turkey-dinner of a magazine. It has all the elements that I look for in a fly fishing publication, most notably the liberal use of the font ‘Papyrus’ which, contrary to popular belief, is not limited to applications in dinner menus and hummus logos.
I’m writing to announce that GB Mag will have exclusive rights to this and all future TRs I publish. I only ask that the readers please entertain the soundtrack provided in the link, because -- well, I always liked that part of drake-style TRs and thought it might have worked out if it weren’t for the awful taste that permeates the fly-over states and their posters.
Thanks and best regards.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BspQKJIXoxg (right click and open in a new tab…)
This was my first real season fishing in the Catskills. I got out a few times last year, but without a car I wasn’t able to do much damage.
I got ‘Red Lightning’ in March, and it’s taken me fishing just about every Monday of trout season.
The other part of my week is spent at a work-bench in a radio station. When i’m not running wires or tinkering with a broken piece of gear, I’m on the vice.
Here are some patterns I invented during my shift last week. PM me for the recipe.
I fished the Neversink Gorge eight times this season. Out of all the water I’ve covered in NY -- the Gorge stands apart as it offers a chance at some real solitude just hours away from my Brooklyn apartment. For my last outing of the NY trout season, I could think of only one place to go. This time around, a friend and I would be camping at Oakland Valley Campground -- just minutes from the gorge.
Boiling water is the key to a good bowl of oatmeal. Mine looked so flame that I had to snap this picture.
A few hours later and we were down in the Gorge. One of the first things I did when I got to the river was line up this shot.
As I was lining it up, a bald eagle flew right through the frame. I was too slow to squeeze him in, but caught up with him moments later.
The fishing was pretty slow, but eventually I felt the familiar tug of a wild brown. He took one of those prince nymphs I invented in the upper lip. In this particular picture, it’s hard to see the fish because I’m very handsome, and the eyes quickly become glued to my chiseled bone structure, and youthful glow.
This view wasn’t so bad either.
I spent along time changing nymphs, and messing with depth and weight but I couldn’t talk them into it. I switched to #10 ‘Montreal Whore’ and picked this guy up on my second cast.
Earlier in the year, I had a few 30+ fish days down there, but since September it’s been really tough. I even got skunked once. That second fish was all I needed to pack it up and call it a season.
The rest of my year will be spent fishing in Jersey. PM me if you want to meet up at the Vince Lombardi Rest Stop .
-Charlie
I’m Drake. I’m Drake as hell. I’m so Drake that if a beer doesn’t make me squint with pale, insipid bitterness, it is by definition a bad beer. I have no room in my Yakima Rocketbox for beers like this--that’s how Drake I am.
It’s no secret that the Drake Magazine has been hemorrhaging readership since the launch of GB Magazine earlier this week, and I fear that the Drake may soon be eclipsed by this younger, fresher competitor.
And with good reason --
GB Magazine is a fine, turkey-dinner of a magazine. It has all the elements that I look for in a fly fishing publication, most notably the liberal use of the font ‘Papyrus’ which, contrary to popular belief, is not limited to applications in dinner menus and hummus logos.
I’m writing to announce that GB Mag will have exclusive rights to this and all future TRs I publish. I only ask that the readers please entertain the soundtrack provided in the link, because -- well, I always liked that part of drake-style TRs and thought it might have worked out if it weren’t for the awful taste that permeates the fly-over states and their posters.
Thanks and best regards.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BspQKJIXoxg (right click and open in a new tab…)
This was my first real season fishing in the Catskills. I got out a few times last year, but without a car I wasn’t able to do much damage.
I got ‘Red Lightning’ in March, and it’s taken me fishing just about every Monday of trout season.
The other part of my week is spent at a work-bench in a radio station. When i’m not running wires or tinkering with a broken piece of gear, I’m on the vice.
Here are some patterns I invented during my shift last week. PM me for the recipe.
I fished the Neversink Gorge eight times this season. Out of all the water I’ve covered in NY -- the Gorge stands apart as it offers a chance at some real solitude just hours away from my Brooklyn apartment. For my last outing of the NY trout season, I could think of only one place to go. This time around, a friend and I would be camping at Oakland Valley Campground -- just minutes from the gorge.
Boiling water is the key to a good bowl of oatmeal. Mine looked so flame that I had to snap this picture.
A few hours later and we were down in the Gorge. One of the first things I did when I got to the river was line up this shot.
As I was lining it up, a bald eagle flew right through the frame. I was too slow to squeeze him in, but caught up with him moments later.
The fishing was pretty slow, but eventually I felt the familiar tug of a wild brown. He took one of those prince nymphs I invented in the upper lip. In this particular picture, it’s hard to see the fish because I’m very handsome, and the eyes quickly become glued to my chiseled bone structure, and youthful glow.
This view wasn’t so bad either.
I spent along time changing nymphs, and messing with depth and weight but I couldn’t talk them into it. I switched to #10 ‘Montreal Whore’ and picked this guy up on my second cast.
Earlier in the year, I had a few 30+ fish days down there, but since September it’s been really tough. I even got skunked once. That second fish was all I needed to pack it up and call it a season.
The rest of my year will be spent fishing in Jersey. PM me if you want to meet up at the Vince Lombardi Rest Stop .
-Charlie
