Giveaway On Our Facebook Page

Hi All,

Make sure you like us on Facebook and check out our giveaway.  You have until August 30th at midnight EST to enter to win.  We will be giving away a signed copy of Eric Stroup's book Common Sense Fly Fishing.  Our Facebook page can be viewed at J&M Flies.  For those that don't know about Eric, he is a well known commerical tyer, writer, guide and outfitter.  He was a pleasure to speak with and I will be doing a post about him soon.  Till then hope over and enter the contest/giveaway to win the book.  Why not...its free!!!

Vintage Fly Rod

In May of this year I managed to pick up a fiberglass rod for 10 dollars at my local fly shop.  For those that don't know, I made the switch to glass last year.  It is primarily what I fish nowadays.  I love it.  Glass is so different than graphite.  If you haven't tried glass lately, give it a whirl.  You can pick up an Eagle Claw Featherlight for between 30-45 dollars.  Well worth the money.  So I'm in the fly shop and I notice a fly rod hanging on the wall.  I asked the owner if it was for sale.  He said 10 dollars and its yours.  Apparently it was a gift but he is not a glass guy so he was looking to unload it.  For 10 dollars I couldn't past it up.

I posted some photos on the Fiberglass Flyrodders Forum and learned some really neat info on the rod.  According to one individual "You have Montague glass rod from the early 50s. Probably that rod was made in the Montague plant. Many of those Montague decals did not last well, but yours is in prime condition. I would guess the rod was not used too much. By the mid 50s True Temper had purchased the Montague glass production facilities.  In the early 50s you would cast a few lines with a given rod and stick with the one that worked best. That is still the best way to go. Try some 6/7 weight lines and see what you think. The Holloglass might need something lighter or heavier. It all depends on how it feels to you."  

I have to say that I am very excited about this rod.  While it does have some damage to the cork courtesy of some mice I am guessing, it is very neat.  On one hand I want to try it, but on the other I simply don't know.  What do you all think?  Should I?  Here is another ink to info regarding Montague Rods 

Year of the Bluegill.....in color

Back in May I bought a Bluegill print from Andrea Larko.  The print was described as pen and ink signed and numbered original artwork done by Andrea with a rapidograph.  They were a limited edition run of only ten prints which were never to be reprinted.  After getting my print, I have to say I was amazed at the detail and quality of it.  I immediately started thinking about a colored print.  Would Andrea be interested?  I reached out to her and we started talking about maybe doing a colored bluegill print like the pen and ink one.  Fast forward to yesterday.  Guess what arrived in the mail....yep my colored bluegill print.  Simply stunning work by Andrea.  I am so happy she agreed to do this.  

I would highly encourage everyone to check out Andrea and her art.  She is on Facebook at Go Fish-Art By Andrealarko and she has an Etsy store which can be found out Go Fish.  As a side note Andrea does not have insurance and needs new glasses.  All of the proceeds from these sales will benefit her by allowing her to get some much needed glasses.  Given what a talented artist she is, I would hate to think that she can't draw and doodle because she can't see.  

Flies for Review and Orders Shipped

One of my goals has always been to get published in some type of fly fishing or tying magazine.  I have to admit that I haven't really tried very hard.  I secretly keep thinking that one day someone will notice how great our stuff is and reach out to us.  I suppose, truth be told, that if I want to do it and I mean really do it, then I need to start submitting articles regarding our flies.  I have been trying to gather interest in our stuff by reaching out to some major companies and personalities within the fly fishing/tying industry lately with little success.  Finally, someone became interested.  Southern Culture on the Fly wrote me back and said they would be interested in looking at our poppers.  So, we sent them a set of four poppers that contained a popper in each of the sizes we currently offer.  I know they are decent flies.  Really I do.  That, however, does not make me any less nervous.  I feel like a cat in a room full of rocking chairs and I have no idea why.  Now to patiently (not) wait to see how they like them and not check my email or Facebook messages (yea right) like a crack addict.  While nervous I am also very excited at this potential new prospect.

Here is a photo of some flies we recently sent to Zeb over at Snowman Custom Rod Works.  Zeb does some amazing work which I was able to see first hand at Beaver Island.  I saw and held the Epic 990 in So Blue that he built for Cameron.  Amazing workmanship.  Truly an artist.  I knew I was going to buy an Epic eventually and after seeing his work with my own two eyes, I decided to have Zeb build it.  He is currently building me an Epic 686 in Salsa.  I really can't wait for it to be finished.  It's a shame I can't fish or even cast it right now with my hand being injured.  It is really going to suck to get that wonderful piece of craftsmanship and just sit looking longingly at it.  

Back By Popular Demand!

Back by popular demand is our Purple Night Stalker. This is a fly we used to sell a lot of but had to stop because of the hackle craze.  We used to use purple hackle on it but we stopped being able to find it thanks to that mad run of people demanding hackle for their hair.  The following pictures are the Purple Night Stalker done in size 4 TCS and size 4 pencil. This popper has a medium purple body, minty green spots with lighter purple spots inside them. It has a purple calf tail, black saddle hackle and purple legs. Purple and black can be a killer combo for largemouth bass. What do you all think?

Beaver Island Wrap Up-Pros/Cons/Lessons Learned

I got up on Thursday, July 11th, both happy and sad.  I was happy to be heading home yet oddly sad at the same time.  I had made some new friends, fished an amazing body of water and landed my biggest smallie ever.  I was happy to be heading home to see the family.  It was after all Melissa's birthday.  I knew she gave up a lot to allow me this opportunity.  I was not happy about going home empty handed in the carp department.  However, the weather was not the greatest for us while we were there.  With bags packed, the only thing left to do was to hang around and wait.

While I was waiting to leave the island, I had a chance to meet Jean-Paul Lipton who, for those that don't know, is also known as Rough Fisher.  I have to say that he ties some mean flies.  I bought some of his flies to take with me up to Beaver Island.  I would love to get some of his carp crack when I have a chance.  JP was a friendly guy.  He sat and talked with me as I smoked my last cigar.  I felt a little weird, like a creepy stalker, but I asked JP is he would be so kind as to sign my book.  I had already gotten Steve and Kevin to sign it.  I am sure they all thought I was a little squirrely and a nerd.  For me though it was a chance to get some signatures from some carpaholics.  The book I am referring to is The Orvis Guide to Fly Fishing for Carp.  Great book.

Despite my lack of carp on the trip, I still had an amazing time.  Cameron was a great host and picked a good group of liked minded fishermen.  I am glad I made new friends.  I wish I had had the chance to fish with all of them though.  Maybe next time.

There are some pros and cons about the trip as well as some lessons learned.

Pros
Met new friends
Finally put a face to the name The Fiberglass Manifesto
Caught my biggest smallie ever
Got new rods
A new experience for me overall
Camaraderie
Food (great food)
Scenery
Working with a guide

Cons
Caught no damn carp!
Missed Melissa's birthday
Difficult to get to (three plane rides for me) (this could be a Pro as well)
Weather
Can there ever really be any cons when fishing?

Lessons Learned
Practice, Practice, Practice (I was by far the worst caster there)
Despite overcast conditions, sunscreen is a must
A good pair of polarized glasses are a must (cheap ones from Walmart aren't the best)
Did I mention practicing my casting????
Overload your fly rod with a higher weight line
Don't buy clothing 12 hours before you are supposed to board a plane
Gloves are a must (I had to borrow some from Cameron)
Better planning regarding equipment (I needed an equipment bag which I didn't have)
Do not trout set-learn to strip set
Again better equipment planning

Overall I had a wonderful time and I would love to go back.  It was hard to say goodbye and leave that place.  It really is an amazing fishery.  I still can't get over just how strong those fish were.  I know I got spoiled.  I am hoping that Cameron hosts another trip next year and maybe even more importantly that he invites me back!

The Carp Trip That Wasn't-Continued

Continuing the Beaver Island experience.....

Day 3
My third day on the island dawned.  It was foggy but a little fog would not keep me down!  I had high spirits after boating 16 smallies the day before and coming in second for the daily big fish contest.  I was determined to win.  Determined!

With breakfast out of the way, we all picked guides, divided up and headed out to chase those monster fish.  I was lucky enough to be fishing with Cameron this fine day.  We decided to ride out with Austin as our guide.  Austin can be a quiet dude at times.  He, however, knows fishing and knows where to locate the fish.  Austin and I seemed to be a lot alike.  Quiet, reserved, but good natured.  Perfect!  Carp fishing requires bright sunlight and blue skies in order to be able to see the fish clearly.  We had neither.  We awoke to a dense fog bank that had rolled in overnight thus creating less than ideal conditions to chase carp in.  However, we were still going to try. Austin took us out to a place called bird island, which was aptly named as you will see in the pictures below.  Despite the gray skies and dense fog, the water was crystal clear and it was a neat place to fish.  Stunk to high heaven though!  Cameron was first up in the boat.

Over the course of the next several hours, we moved around looking for carp and taking turns in the front of the boat.  I have to say that my mojo was most certainly off this day.  I had trouble in my lower intestines which was causing trouble with my casting.  I will say that Austin was kind enough to work with me and put up with it.  For that matter, Cameron as well.  I simply could not hook up.  I cast to fish after fish, and either spooked fish after fish or missed strikes.  I did a complete 180 from the day before.  I also started trout setting.  I know, I know, you are sitting there reading this and wondering what the hell was I thinking.  Well dear reader I really have no idea or excuse.  I more or less just fell apart.  You ever have one of those days?  I'm talking one of those days when you continuously make mistakes and no matter what you do, you can't fix it?  In fact the more you try the worse it becomes?  If you have, then you know what I am speaking of.  I slung bugs at some pike, carp and smallmouth.  I just could not connect for a while.

Finally Austin put us in a beautiful flat area that was loaded with black objects.  I have heard the carp at Beaver Island referred to as tanks and submarines.  They seem that big!  To see them cruising with their enormous size is stunning.  However, if the carp are the submarines, then the smallies are the torpedoes.  Fat, black torpedoes.  These photo are of carp so you can see what I mean.

As we pulled into this flat, we saw them...everywhere.  It was like being a kid in a candy store and not knowing where to look or what to buy.  It was overwhelming but in a most fantastic way!  So we started casting and Cameron struck first with a 5 pound smallie.  It was a beautiful fish.  Next up...me.  It took a bit, but I eventually landed one.  I had finally gotten that stink off of me and redeemed a little of my manhood, self esteem and awesome fishing abilities.  Over the next hour and a half we chased the smallies all over the flat.  I managed to land 3 fish of which the biggest went 17.5 inches and 3.5 pounds.  I probably hooked and lost a dozen fish overall in that area.  The fish could be spooky at times, quick to investigate at times, and enticed to eat at times simply because another smallie was also looking at the fly.   There really was no rhyme or reason to their madness.  I did take some shots at carp but nothing to write home about.  The day ended for me with only those 3 smallies boated.

Day 4

This was to be the last day of fishing for us on the island.  It dawned with eight foot waves and 20 mile per hour wind.  I have never seen white caps on a lake before.  The wind was howling. 

Crap no carp!  Again!  There was no way we could even think about taking the boat out that day.  The five of us, coupled with the guides, had a meeting of the minds over breakfast.  It was decided by all that we still wanted to attempt to catch some fish (carp) and that we would walk the shoreline a bit in hopes of finding them in a generous mood.  We all piled in vehicles and headed off.

Kevin Morlock, the third guide in the trio, took us to another part of the island.  A few words about Kevin before we go on.  Kevin is a carp fisherman through and through.  He knows carp.  I had the pleasure to have Kevin guide me on my very first carp stalk so to speak.  If you want to learn about carp and how to fish for carp, Kevin is your man.  That is not to say that Steve and Austin don't know a thing or two about carp either.  All the guides were very knowledgeable, outgoing, friendly and professional on my trip.  I really enjoyed working with each and everyone of them.

So, we arrived at our destination and started walking.  We walked, and we walked, and we walked.  I believe we covered around 5 miles that day as we patrolled the shoreline looking for those submarines who we all hoped secretly would be in an eating mood.  

Toward the end of our walk down the shoreline, Kevin spotted six carp working an area.  Kevin took me under his wing since I have never caught nor fished for carp before.  Kevin was kind enough to be patient with me and explain carp and carp fishing to me as we ever so slowing inched our way forward.  Eventually, like a mother bird nudging her babies out of the nest, Kevin slowly backed away as I attempted to move forward in a stealthy manner.  I don't think I went 6 steps before those carp got the hell out of dodge.  Bastards!  We worked our way back up the shoreline toward the vehicles with negative results.  We saw carp, we chased carp, and I chased away some carp but no one landed a thing.  It was a very tough day with some tough fishing conditions.  I did manage to almost step on 5 different snakes throughout the day.  I hate snakes.  Hate them.  So my last full day on the island and the last full day of fishing ended without a single fish landed by anyone in the group.  I started wondering how I was going to go home and face Melissa.  I knew she would mock me for taking a carp trip and not catching any carp.  I spent my last night on the island having a cigar, drinking some beer and laughing with new friends.

Jeff-0

Carp-6,598,461*

* score may be slightly exaggerated