I’ll be chatting live about fly casting on Ask About Fly Fishing internet radio this coming April 25 at 7pm MST. Join me if you can, or tune in later for a re-play.
The Moldy Chum Chumion breaks the story! I can neither confirm nor deny. The satire is strong with this one…
The two latest reviews for Single-Handed Fly Casting appeared over the extended (for the USA) weekend. The first is from Aitor Coterón at onemorelastcast.net, the other is from Paul Arden at the one-and-only sexyloops.com.
And full disclosure here: Aitor Coterón was one of my go-to guys for English-as-a-second-language proofing/feedback. Fluent ESL readers often see things that might get missed otherwise, and can provide a reality check for instructions. But…that doesn’t mean Aitor necessarily thought I had truly written a solid book. At least I know for sure now! As for Paul, well, I’ve known Paul for a long time. He’s a friend, but he’s also someone who I expect to speak his mind and not put his reputation on the line with some sort of puff-ball review. I’m just really pleased that he found the text to speak so strongly to him and I hope it will continue to do so in the long term.
So this just showed up a few days ago. Looks good and sure isn’t shy about page count! Nice way to kick off the print edition. Thanks Jen Ripple! Check it out here:
For the next book. Video anyone?
At Sexyloops: Jason Borger’s Custom Fly Rod.
Since I’ve been posting a bit about A River Runs Through It, I figured I’d also add link to George Croonenberghs. If you don’t know who George was, the link below should fill you in (he’s in Norman’s novella, too).
I first met George on-set and immediately liked him (as did everyone else I can think of). He was big, happy, eager, and had a giant box of vintage Montana fly patterns that would make any red-blooded fly angler weep.
After I doubled for the film’s shadow casting scene, George was waiting. He said something to me that was for me only. I’m not going to get into what it was, but it changed my perception of my own life in some ways.
George died more than a decade ago, and sometimes I think about him, and the words he said, and I feel like I want to go back. I can’t, and he can’t come forward, and that’s just the way it is.
George and I did see one another after the film, but I was too busy in my own head to realize the potential friend I had there. That’s a regret that time can’t erase.
A note for those in the EU who are signed up for a “standard” (meaning not an artist’s proof) copy of Single-Handed Fly Casting. There is a shop that will be carrying a special run of the book:
This is Peer Doering-Arjes shop and Peer contacted me waaay back when I first started this project and asked to order a small heap of copies. We are still working out final quantities and logistics, but one way or another Springforelle will have at least 50 copies of the book (UPDATE: 100).
If you want a book, contact Springforelle and let Peer know.
And…If you signed up on *my* personal list and do decide to order from Springforelle, let me know so I can open up your slot again. Thanks!
My latest fly-casting geek-fest of at Sexyloops.com: http://www.sexyloops.com/index.php/ps/more-hauling