Tag: summer

Completed Summer Reading List (inclusive of pornography)

Not the “other” porn fishing blogs, Pravda the New York Times, or product catalogs disguised as instructional material Golf Digest, just books (without “spare change” links) …

The Prize: The Epic Quest for Oil, Money & PowerDaniel Yergin (link)

Ghost Wars: The Secret History of the CIA, Afghanistan, and bin Laden, from the Soviet Invasion to September 10, 2001Steve Coll (link)

The Art of Deception: Controlling the Human Element of SecurityKevin Mitnick (link)

The StrangerAlbert Camus (link)

Who Owns The FutureJaron Lanier (link)

Much Ado About NothingWilliam Shakespeare (link)

Myths of the Oil Boom: American National Security in a Global Energy MarketSteve Yetiv (link)

Harvesting Gold: Thomas Edison’s Experiment to Re-Invent American MoneyDavid Hammes (link)

WomenCharles Bukowski (link)

Debt: The First 5,000 YearsDavid Graeber (link)

Zero to One: Notes on Startups, or How to Build the FuturePeter Thiel (link)

MG signing off (to conjure some “sound smart” reviews, or maybe not)

The Summer of Carp Love is in full swing

Summer’s barely gotten cranked up, and yet the flows are at historic lows while the temps climb daily into the upper 90s.

A fly angler’s worst nightmare? Hardly.

While practicing Tai Chi down by the South Platte River’s edge today, I received a couple of phone calls and texts. Yes, they disrupted my zen, and to add insult to injury they all sounded roughly the same: “Them carps are eating everything we throw at them.” Fly fishers being the lying sacks that they are, I returned to form eight, and then pulled a muscle in my left pinky finger. Yes, I’m really out of shape.

Thankfully, there just so happened to be a fly rod laying right beside my cooler full of beer jug of homeopathic tea, so I gave it a cast…

carp on the fly

…and discovered that while fly fishers are still liars, the carp have indeed shifted into high gear. They are visibly following flies, turning back after them, and flat out charging after the faux meals when their buddies are nearby. Nothing beats seeing the eat happen, except maybe seeing the next eat, or the one after that. Even better, the Redington/Rio combo I’ve been contracted to destroy is still looking and feeling good as new, which means I’m failing at the task and must step up the efforts.

MG signing off (because if you can’t beat the heat you might as well join it)

EDITOR’S NOTE: Special thanks goes out to Andy “Bondo” Bond, former Gore Creek trout guide, for the transportation, the photo, and the icy cool beverages.

Be the bug

“Ahh…safety from those vicious flows and stupid browns. But damn…this dude is fuuuuugly! Jeez..you’d think he’d wear a hat with that shiny dented dome he’s sporting. Heh…dumb ass fly fisher.”


“Looks mean too, like one of those warmwater freaks. I’ll bet he’s got an eight weight stashed on the boat someplace. What a moron! Better ditch before this cat throws me overboard. Note to self: damn that would suck.”


MG signing off (feeling autumn, but missing summer)