Monthly Archives: May 2018

Once You’ve Drifted a Tail Water, You Need Your Own Boat

Guest Blogger: Brandon Sausner

It’s the 2017-18 winter and the school I’m teaching at develops a partnership with the Buffalo Maritime Center and a select batch of students are drafted to build canoes. The project needs a teacher to moderate and go to building sessions and I figured being paid to help kids build boats is way more exciting than tutoring. After being there for a few weeks I decided I would become a paid member of the center and build a drift boat. I looked into material costs and post construction parts like anchors and oars and figure I could get it done for less than 2000.00 dollars; and that’s way cheaper than buying one. And I gotta be honest, I’ll go winter steelhead fishing, but only when I’m desperate and grouse season is closed. I have also tied more flies than I could ever fish this summer and I haven’t stopped putting together new patterns.

If you have ever read any of my other blog posts you realize that my father has a drift boat and may wonder, why I need my own. It’s simple, sometimes I want to fish with other people and borrowing my dad’s boat involves speeches that feel like waterboarding and make me question if he thinks I’m a total moron. I’m in my thirties, these speeches are exhausting. more…

My ‘Go To’ Flies

Guest Blogger: Clay Cunningham, Cody WY, Former National Park Superintendent

As a twelve-year old in 1948 growing up in Pennsylvania and a beginning fly tier, most of my early flies were poor imitations of the patterns described in an old book given to me. As I recall at that time, my flies were tied with materials I collected from the chickens we killed for the dinner table and various hair and feathers I collected from my trapline and hunting for deer, rabbits, Ruffed Grouse pheasants and squirrel with my father, a coal miner who was a veteran of WWII in the Pacific. My supplies for fly tying were largely poor materials. Those materials combined with my amateur fly tying skills produced flies that were ugly and didn’t float very long, if at all.  So, I started raising Banty roosters. They are smaller and much more aggressive buggers that seemed to know when I was looking to collect their hackles and the fight was on. While Banty rooster hackles were better than the standard hackles found on our chickens or in Herter’s catalog at the time they were nothing like the hackles we have today. more…