The book is here, and it will be shipping starting this weekend. There are a fair number of pre-orders and I’ll get them out the door as quickly as I reasonably can. Special/A/P copies will (mostly) ship first, followed by the rest of the standard signed/numbered. Check back here for progress, and thanks to everyone for your (on-going) patience.
So let’s say you pony up the bucks and buy a copy of Single-Handed Fly Casting. What do you get for your hard-earned cash? A bunch of paper, for starters. Some ink. Several decades of fly casting instruction experience and research (with actual scientist types). And lots of drawings of me. You also get one of these included (look above), because I have about a thousand of them lying around and they make tying benches look prettier! 😉
A few friends in the EU may recognize this general graphic as something from a fly show a few years ago. If you can’t recycle yourself, who can you recycle, right?
Single-Handed Fly Casting is on a truck somewhere between Ohio and Oregon. The books will be passing some good water on the way! Should be here by mid-week, and then the fun starts: shipping. The Artist’s Proofs will go out first, and then into the standard signed/numbered in order. I’ll be posting about progress as I go. No fishing for me for a few days, that’s for sure….
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.
Listening to the ARRTI soundtrack. Still swirls up such nostalgia and longing for me after all these years. Days perfected into memories that remain forever despite the endless flow of time.
“This is a must read for all instructors.”
– Walter Simbirski
That’s the whole review, all eight words of it. I don’t mind a one-liner that just gets to the point! The review was posted to a group email list directed at–wait for it–fly casting instructors. Surprising, I know.
So, if you teach fly casting, follow the advice above and part with your hard-earned cash. You’ll live to (hopefully) not regret it.