Friend of Chi Wulff Sam Snyder resurrected his blog a couple of days ago and posted an important piece on Bristol Bay.

Sam hit the nail on the head on a number of issues.

The clock is ticking on Bristol Bay; as of this morning there are only 11 days left in the EPA comment period. There’s lots of chatter about it in the fly fishing community. Bristol Bay fatigue is running high. Your comments really do count.

From Sam’s post -

Let me be crystal clear these are not simply some fluffy attempt to make you feel important, engaged or have a say.  YOU DO HAVE A SAY. People are not just churning out this media, flooding the airwaves so we can feel good about ourselves, we are trying to motivate you to get off your ass.

So, get off your ass. Shit, you can even win trips to Bristol Bay. What more do you need?
Your comments count. Every single one of them.

Why am I pissed off? Remember when I ranted last year about how if you don’t engage in conservation you have no right to be out on the stream. Well I still stand by that rant. And it seems folks can’t take a few minutes to tell a federal agency to do their job and Stop Pebble Mine.

How do I know? Because comments are public record and anyone can keep tabs on how many comments are coming in and where they are from. And to date -  only about 6000 sportsmen have commented. That is TERRIBLE.

Let’s do the math – there are 60 Million anglers in the United States. There are roughly 5-6 Million fly fishers. There are 150,000 members of Trout Unlimited (the disparity in this number is another topic that pisses me off), but yet only about 6000 anglers and sportsmen have written to EPA. That is something like .01% of American anglers. Are you kidding me?

You have time to post pictures of your awesome fish on Facebook, but you don’t have time to personalize and sign a pre-drafted petition to EPA?

I spent a big chunk of time thinking about this issue yesterday driving from the South Sound to Craig yesterday and then on to Bozeman (about 14 hours behind the wheel).

In a perverted way of sorts, the math that Sam marvels at makes sense when taken in the context of an evolving view of American government, a paltry 24% of Americans are satisfied with the state of their Nation today; a whopping 16% (less than 1 in 6) approve of the way our esteemed Congress is performing their job.

Escalating scandalous behavior seems the norm in Washington these days; while on one hand it’s damned entertaining, on the other hand I sense a level of frustration with government and its processes that I’ve never seen before among fisher and professional friends.

Does that frustration drive apathy, even when it comes to things near and dear like the Battle over Bristol Bay?

My guess is that is truly does for some, though perhaps we sportsmen really are just self-absorbed bastards (and bitches to include the fairer sex) too busy chattering on social media, catching the latest blockbuster and watching whatever playoffs are on to spend five minutes filling out a comment form.

That said, I prefer to remain a naive bastard, appreciating (and joining) the hardworking men and women out there like Sam, the movers and shakers in TU, the Native Fish Society, the Wild Steelhead Coalition and others who are still fighting the good fights for waterways, fish and fisheries.

Some will say we’re jousting at windmills. Don’t let the naysayers fool you.

TU has basically done the work for you – click here for a Bristol Bay EPA comment form teed up and ready to go.

Or go straight to the EPA’s Bristol Bay landing page here.

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Playin’ a Player–Dry Fly Steelheading from Fly Fishing Fantasies on Vimeo.

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It’s Saturday night, and I am sitting in front of my iMac, realizing I’m due back in the shop in less than nine hours. I just got in about thirty minutes ago.

The days, they fly by.

Today was one of Craig’s biggest days of the year, the annual Craig Caddis Fest, a fundraiser for the local fire department.

DFC-CF-1They talk of Craig being a fly fishing town. I guess when the big event of the year is named after a bug highly sought after by trout (and therefore fishermen), the rumors are true.

Festivities kicked off around 2:00 this afternoon, and the band was still rolling when I pulled out of town. There was a parade, complete with several drift boats, and a beaten up old tractor with two gentlemen who looked like they had emerged from the deep South.

Or maybe just Wolf Creek.

The bar-be-que cook-off proved to be one oft he more popular features of Caddis Fest, and both the Simms crew and our own Headhunters team parked in front of the shop. Mark’s tri-tip sliders were a hit, as was evidenced by the large line outside building for the evening. In all fairness, the Simms guys made a pretty mean fajita as well.

And, miracle of miracles, and espresso truck rolled into town just for the event. Complete with a folk singer on the top of the trailer.

DFC-CF-4What the hell, it’s Craig.

I met Uncle Joe of Joe’s bar today, and he joined the parade, riding in a classy old, yellow rig and tossing out candy to eager kids (and some adults). The urchins of the Missouri were out in full swing, moving amidst the rapidly-becoming-soused adults with ease.

On the business end of things, parking shuttle rigs was rather like a twisted game in Craig today. The parking at the ramp fills rapidly these days, leaving us to stick shuttle rigs wherever we can – along the railroad tracks to scattered throughout town. Between dodging toddlers in the streets, other boats on the road and the herd of dogs that seems to inhabit the town, it was an entertaining shuttle day.

Waders and full fishing kit will not earn you a second glance in this crowd, but a tie or a suit coat will draw stares. When a rain shower moved through, savvy locals donned their waders and rain jackets and kept on cooking. And drinking. And fishing.

You know the routine.

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Italian Wilderness Fly Fishing from FLY FISHING ADVENTURES on Vimeo.

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Contacts in the neighborhood say to bring the rain gear.

Read the official Caddis Festival page here.

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Beautiful Places Park One: Cross Harbour from Conch Salad TV on Vimeo.

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Found this guy crawling on the bank tonight. Get ready for a few hours of good fishing followed by several days of overweight trout refusing to get out of bed.

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The biggest on the planet with more Spey expertise gathered in one place than ever seen before.

Be a part of history this weekend.

More here.

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We’ve finally gotten a project off the ground that we’ve been talking about for years – we’re pleased to announce the launch of the Dry Fly Media Store.

The portal will serve up an ever increasing array of swag and stuff from Chi Wulff (2 killers shirts in final design right now), Swing the Fly magazine, Fire Girl Photography and other friends, enemies, colleagues and collaborators.

Pre-order your Swing the Fly Retro Logo T now.

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After stirring up a ‘slaw hits the fan’ moment last week on that other fly fishing blog with our left coast inspired riff on the slaw dog, and given the fact that we’ve endured another week of summer like temps here on the South Sound (pushing the low 70s already, dammit), I figured it was time to return to home country and talk about ribs this week.

Friend, mentor and otherwise reprobate Ed called one afternoon a few years ago and said he needed a rib recipe for ‘some swanky company’ coming to dinner in a couple of days. (More on the company below.)

Those calls from Ed aren’t really calls for recipes, they’re calls for us to come over and basically cater a dinner for him and whatever curious crowd he’s rounded up for the meal.

Ed suggested we conjure up some sort of upscale rib recipe for the smoker; I can’t recall the exact conversation but I do remember him using the words ‘refined and classy’.

My argument that using the words ‘refined and classy’ to describe a roll-up-your-sleeves-and-gnaw-on-the-bone meal like ribs was pea-brained fell on deaf ears.

We hemmed and hawed and bantered back and forth for a while and finally settled on this recipe given Ed’s affinity for balsamic vinegar among other things, thereafter known as Ed’s Swanky Company Ribs.

Pork has a surprising affinity for mustard-based rubs in the smoker and the balsamic-red wine-soy sauce-Dijon mop is simply killer, particularly patiently applied and built up to a smooth, lacquered layer.

Smoked slow and low over a mild wood (oak with a touch of fruitwood is our go to here) these ribs are different than any you’ve had before. Try this once and you’ll wonder where they’ve been all your life.

Ed’s swanky company loved ‘em.

Seems he’d run into one of the heirs of the HP companies fishing on the Swan a few days before; he’d saved their fly fishing bacon with a couple of loaner flies and kindled a friendship that has lasted to this day.

4 slabs of your fave baby backs or spareribs, membranes removed, rinsed and patted dry

Mustard Peppercorn Rub
1 tbsp. black peppercorns
1 tbsp. green peppercorns
1 tbsp. red peppercorns
1 tbsp. white peppercorns
1 cup nice honey mustard

Balsamic Soy Rib Mop
3/4 cup balsamic vinegar
3/4 cup dry red wine
1/2 cup dark soy sauce
1/2 cup grainy Dijon mustard
7 gloves garlic, minced

Make a rub. Toast the peppercorns in a small pan over medium heat until fragrant and a few have popped. Grind in a mortar or spice grinder, combine well with the honey mustard.

Slather the ribs (fingers best here) with the mustard-peppercorn rub and let rest covered in the fridge for no more than 12 hours.

Make a mop. As you fire the smoker, combine all of the mop ingredients in a small bowel, stir well and let rest.

Smoke ‘em low and slow. Noting the wood recommendations above smoke for 4-5 hours (not over 225), mopping every 30 minutes or so. (Can be grilled over a slow fire, though best over indirect heat as the honey mustard and mop have enough sugars to burn; not as tender as smoked but damned good.)

Serve. Best hot from the smoker or grill, cut ‘em up and go to it.

Enjoy.

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Christmas Island Fly Fishing from Molly Semenik on Vimeo.

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I know about as much about scotch as I do about spey casting, carp fishing, and bear hunting: pretty much zip.

I do know this though, that one of the prime scotch districts in the world is along the River Spey.  One can then make the logical assumption that the pioneers of spey casting drank the stuff.

As most of you should know by now, Mark and I at Dry Fly Media have teamed up with some great guys to produce a new online magazine dedicated to spey fishing and the swung fly: Swing the Fly Magazine.  My role in this is somewhat on the sidelines as far as actual content goes (Thank God because put a two hand rod in my hands and all hell breaks loose), I will be pretty much strictly on layout and design.  Armed with a shiny new version of Adobe InDesign and lots of good coffee, this will be a fun project.

When we officially announced the magazine I figured I should do something special to commemorate the occasion.  After some thought, I came up with an appropriate gesture.  The idea was to go buy a bottle of scotch, but only drink a glass for two reasons: a) to celebrate each successful issue of the magazine, and b) as a creative kickstarter when I hit a wall.

speyburnLike I said, I don’t know anything about scotch.  So walking into a liquor store and trying to pick one can be a bit daunting.  To help narrow my search, I simply looked for anything with the word “Spey” on the label.  The only one available was a 10-year old Speyburn.

Turns out this distillery has been making whiskey for well over a century, and uses water from Granty Burn – a trib of the River Spey.  And there is a salmon on the label and a salmon on the top of the cork.  How can you go wrong with that?

I had to try a nip when I got home, and it tastes like paint thinner to me.  I don’t know if my knowledge and appreciation of scotch will improve as this project continues, but I’ll raise a glass to the hope that it might.

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Lees Ferry Rainbows from ATsak16 on Vimeo.

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Back when Zack and I first started chatting about Swing the Fly one of the first guys I thought about to join to the team was Joe Willauer, a (sorta) neighbor here under the Big Sky.

Joe grew up in Washington, fishing for trout on the Yakima and two-handing on the Olympic Peninsula and in other hallowed waters for steelhead. He’s been deepening roots (new daughter Harper – congrats!) in Twin Bridges for a while now though still guides for winter steel out West.

And dang it, you just have to like a guy who sends in the pic above for his bio image in a new magazine project.

Guides do some amazing stuff.

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