George

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.

http://johnmacleanbooks.com/george/

 

SHFC Update – EU and Springforelle

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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:

Springforelle

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!

Jelly Water Puzzle

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From the latest of my weekly front page entries over at Sexyloops.com.

Years ago, I was fishing a small Montana spring creek regarded for its tricky drag/presentation situations and touchy trout. I had located a big fish feeding near the bank on a gentle bend in the creek. A mayfly hatch had the trout rising, pushing a small wake every time it surfaced. Having spooked a rather large rainbow earlier in the day with an approach that was too close, I decided to hang back, and drop a long Puddle Cast up-and-across to the fish.

Several casts, mends and drifts later, the fish was still rising, but not to my fly.

Read the rest of the story here.

Going Big for Small

jborger_15-inch-bow2From my latest front page over at sexyloops.com:

One summer, my wife, Kelley, and I devoted a few days to fishing some of less-pressured stretches of Montana’s famed Gallatin River. While the public access points were stacked with Bozeman and Big Sky traffic, a bit of walking and wading often found us a quiet place on the river. One of those places still held the remnants of a modest channel. Its flows were slowed to a crawl by the summer sun, and its thread-bare riffles babbled softly into two deep pools.

Read the rest of the story here.