So any of you vote yesterday? I did. For whom? I'm not telling. This isn't a political blog.
As I've mentioned before, I do sorta enjoy political propaganda in the form of campaign ad commercials. The nastier & more sensational the better. We had a candidate in PA who basically called his opponent a supporter of sex offenders, terrorists, and of course...sending US jobs to China. What an Evil Genius.
All he needed to add is that his opponent didn't support "catch & release" and wore felt-soled wading boots and I'd be in. Seriously, it's probably better now that all of those ads are off the TV, because it frees up thirty seconds or so for genius such as this...
Got a nice little package in the mail on Monday from Ben at Arizona Wanderings. He was kind enough to gift me with some flies that he's successful with out in Arizona, and I can't wait to try some of these in my neck of the woods. I'm especially intrigued by his mini hoppers (recipe & "how-to" here) and I think they'll make great "dries" in my tenkara tandem rig setup.
Incidentally there's also a great post recapping an experience with his wife on his honeymoon that you must read. It's even got some pictures. No...
|Ben's Mini hoppers on left|
Got an email newsletter from Stu's Orgasmic Fly Shop in New Zealand last week. For those of you slept through 4th grade...the seasons in New Zealand are the opposite than those in the US, so it's spring right now, actually almost summer, and the freestone season evidently just opened.
The email newsletter is pretty humorous, so it's worth signing up for, even if you don't feel like purchasing some of his sweet ties. If I had run for public office, my political platform would have been to claim New Zealand as the 51st state (or at least a territory)...ASAP. Manifest Destiny baby.
|Stu's "Superior" blowfly humpy|
(I just like writing "blowfly humpy")
Speaking of the seasons...we had our first frost in SE Pennsylvania yesterday. Went out to get the paper and walk the dog and the grass was freakin' white. Damn. I like autumn, but not temps below 30. Yes, I'm a wuss. Guess that means it's time to put the riding mower away for the winter, just like this guy did...just leave your Busch pounders in the fridge.
Finally, it appears everyone's favorite
I consider Mel not only a friend, but also one of the O.G.s of outdoor blogging, so I'll toss a shout out to the West Siiiiiiiiiiiiide. Holla'atcha dawg.
|Where my Ida-hoez at?|