Cane and Silk Review and Some Thoughts

A review on the Cane and Silk fiberglass fly rod. This rod has now been fished by me for some time. The particular model is a 6'  2-3 weight 3 piece. I fished it with both a 2 and a 3 weight DT floating line and found it handled both lines well, but I seemed to have done better with the 3 weight. The action on the rod is soft and its presentation of the fly was delicate. While I did not fish this rod on bigger waters "like the Farmington" I feel it would handle that task very well. There are some small streams where the added length this rod offers will be an asset and I look forward to many days fishing this fine rod.

Last week at a presentation I was part of the interest in this rod was very high. The quality of the workmanship and the affordable price were key.

Some of my friends posing with the Cane and Silk rod.

I have had several requests on how I set up my leaders for fishing small streams. It's pretty simple and has worked for me for years. This diagram shows how I do it.

Some classics on there way to West Virginia....I took this photo in an attempt to create a little quiz for a future give-a-way...stay tuned.

Lastly I would like to mention the tragic death of Roy "Doc" Halladay....great pitcher and over the years has offered us many memorable games. As a Red Sox fan I remember many a game we faced against him.

Back Home Again

Yesterday morning I woke up to a light rain. Looking out the window the plans I had made were not looking good. Heading downstairs to have my first cup of coffee I noticed Jeanette was already to take her walk, at that point I said it's raining and the reply was "not for long"..she then told me the weather guy said the rain would stop and the day would be one of those hit or miss shower days. Well it looked like the plans were on, and with that I sat down and had some breakfast. A few more cups of coffee and I was getting the gear put into the car.

I had chosen to fish my home waters this day. It had been awhile since I drifted a fly and was anxious to see how it had fared the recent heavy rains of the last weeks. My eyes could not believe what I saw, the little stream was transformed into a whole new place. There had been some heavy tree drops onto the stream as well as log jams causing the old pools to become entirely new.

The water volume was up and the trick was to try and locate where the trout might be.

Sandy bottoms were seen where there was gravel and large branches clogged many of the undercuts.

I managed to locate a willing brookie. It took awhile, maybe the changing of the clocks to EST threw them off.

There were places along the stream where the "glorious season" still could be seen. Some time was spent here to savor it, even the mist in the air could not dampen the beauty.

In a run as beautiful as this, how fitting it was to be able to hook the most beautiful brook trout of the day along its riffles.

A home water jewel. These days are dwindling and I am very lucky to have had a day like this.

United Fly Tyers Of Boston

A wonderful evening. I had the pleasure of presenting to the United Fly Tyers of Boston. The UFT are the oldest fly tying group in the U.S.....A great group of guys who made for a very interesting night for me. In such encounters a lot can be learned in a short time, and I learned a lot.

One of the highlights was the informal Q&A that followed the presentation. There was a great deal of interest in the Cane and Silk fiberglass fly rods, and a couple of flies seemed to be talked about were the Ausable Bomber as well as the Lackie Special.

I personally want to thank Bob Wilson, and Brian Hutchison...as well as all of the fine people I met last night.

I believe I've seen this fellow at Red Brook.

"Changes"

That's me standing in some awesome clear water, and also it's cold. For the first time this fall my feet and legs took notice of the cold water, note to self maybe time to put on heavier socks. The streams really benefited from the two heavy rain events of the last several days. The water levels really moved some fish, I found them in some of the places where they haven't been in some time. A side note, we have had colder mornings but yesterday just felt like it was more so. Perhaps it was my body telling me a change is happening, note to self "pack a fleece jacket"... Back to the fishing. The day was great in all aspects. Weather, stream, trout willing to take a fly, and no flies lost to the trees.

The day's of this "glorious season" and dwindling, color can be seen here in the clear waters.

A willing combatant. The colors on his flanks were spectacular.

"Quiet"...a woodland stream flowing through the forest...what more can one ask for.

How about the simple pleasure of holding a wild jewel....nature at it's finest.

So clear, maybe it's not there.

They took a variety of flies, and the dry was was #1.

The bomber was drifted near the log, but the fish screamed toward it fro the opposite side of the stream to take it.

A break, my own roasted pumpkin seeds...a little oil, a little salt and just a touch of cayenne pepper.