Monthly Archives: October 2017

Fly of the Month – Satkowski’s Weedeater

Guest Blogger: John Satkowski, Toledo, OH, fly tying demonstrator and instructor, you can find him @ River Raisin Fly Company on Facebook

We have all been there, you want to throw your fly in the garbage and pull out a pig that you know is just sitting in there. The problem is between you and the fish of a lifetime is about seven yards of jungle and wood that would make Rambo cringe. How do you get your fly through the nasty and have it present cleanly to the monster buried within it? This is basically how Satkowski’s Weedeater was originated.

Recipe:

Hooks: Gamakatsu EWG 6/0 Offset Shank Worm and Owner 5131 Trailer Hook
Thread: 6/0 Chartreuse UNI thread
Tail: White craft fur, pearl Polar Flash
Body: Pearl body braid and Pearl Ice Dub
Sides: Pink Ice Dub, Keogh olive variant premium saddles
Wing: Chartreuse ostrich herl and chartreuse bucktail covered by dark green Polar Flash
Head: Chartreuse green Senyo Laser Yarn
Belly: White and light pink Senyo Laser Yarn
Eyes: Flymen Fish-Skull Living Eyes, Earth color 8.5-15mm depending on size of fly and hook
Weight/Rattle: 3mm glass worm rattle
Extras: latex trailer tubing, Zap A Gap adhesive more…

Three Methods of Weedless Fly Design

Guest Blogger: John Satkowski, Toledo, OH, fly tying demonstrator and instructor, you can find him @ River Raisin Fly Company on Facebook

Where we want to fish…Where the fish are…We have all been there, you want to throw your fly in the garbage and pull out a pig that you know is just sitting in there. The problem is between you and the fish of a lifetime is about seven yards of jungle and wood that would make Rambo cringe. How do you get your fly through the nasty and have it present cleanly to the monster buried within it? Here are three simple methods to get your flies to where the big boys live. more…

The Stranger from the 1940’s

Guest Blogger Justin Aldrich

Guest Blogger: Justin Aldrich, avid fly tyer and J. Stockard customer

There we were. We fished side by side in secrecy. Strangers to each other, but a kinship to the landscape and water. He was spent with age, yet still filled with so much life and vitality.

He knew I was there, but made no acknowledgement of my presence.
After only a few minutes, I found myself there for a different purpose altogether. I was now on a small trout stream fly fishing for his approval.

His movements seemed to make no sound or wake as I followed eagerly and learned from his unintentional education.

I originally thought I had hit the jackpot as I stumbled upon his free trout lesson. Yet, much to my surprise, the greater lesson was still to come. more…