tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post2818084805461675196..comments2023-09-04T08:32:44.081-04:00Comments on The Angler's Culvert: Forgive Me FatherEnglish Jonnyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-74213621209192567662012-07-14T21:11:08.468-04:002012-07-14T21:11:08.468-04:00Indeed. And delightful to read a Frenchman quoting...Indeed. And delightful to read a Frenchman quoting an English King. <br /><br />Nice blog you have, not incidentally.English Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-48512388740633133182012-07-14T02:39:54.232-04:002012-07-14T02:39:54.232-04:00I understand, being myself quite prone to such fit...I understand, being myself quite prone to such fits. <br />And to agree further, there are not that many occasion to feel crappier than when you went to such extremes as to drown worms to catch anything (a fish, my kingdom for a fish) and still go home skunked. Boy, do I hate when it happens.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-382341364671135352012-07-13T12:41:54.096-04:002012-07-13T12:41:54.096-04:00I adore "just being there" (not to be co...I adore "just being there" (not to be confused with the Go-pro experience of feeling like you're just strapped to the head of an epileptic monkey). And of course I demand that my sport is unpredictable - that's the whole flipping point. But every so often (actually quite often) I go through phases of feeling a deep requirement to actually catch some fish. It's as if I haven't evolved since those early days of fish-lust. <br /><br />I'm not sure any of this is particularly healthy. <br /><br />JonnyEnglish Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-50624482976052758872012-07-13T08:44:10.735-04:002012-07-13T08:44:10.735-04:00Quite a fine moral opposition, methinks.
I should...Quite a fine moral opposition, methinks. <br />I should oppose more it seems, for I am much too a bugger all practitioner to my liking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-49235846163460336522012-07-11T06:14:13.336-04:002012-07-11T06:14:13.336-04:00Dear Gone. Snagging bunker is one thing, but an ex...Dear Gone. Snagging bunker is one thing, but an exclamation after thanks is a regression too far. <br /><br />Morally I'm opposed to catching bugger all. <br /><br />JonnyEnglish Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-9574885913988948802012-07-11T03:22:36.782-04:002012-07-11T03:22:36.782-04:00Many people don't just start fly fishing, they...Many people don't just start fly fishing, they convert to it, and feel it has a kind of superior intrinsic value, be it aesthetically or morally. I certainly feel that way, as I suspect most of your readers do. And I'm still working on why it is so, and why so many of us feel that going back to the bait is a kind of sin/regression.<br />Cool post, and a very nice intro for your more elaborate verboten conceptions. (Free) food for thought. Thanks!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-5175576513895234672012-07-04T11:28:57.416-04:002012-07-04T11:28:57.416-04:00The truth is out: Kierran is a Sith Lord :-)
I a...The truth is out: Kierran is a Sith Lord :-) <br /><br />I agree Todd, and Charlie K picked up an 18lber recently on fly. With so much bait around I guess it's good to have both rods on board. I need to get out there again asap.English Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-68978501957714602012012-07-04T09:00:31.590-04:002012-07-04T09:00:31.590-04:00Good stuff EJ. We will do it again. I like casting...Good stuff EJ. We will do it again. I like casting the treble but I can't help but reflect on the Striper I picked up in the yak while casting a 12 inch fly into a school of Bunker.Todd Khttp://www.flyaddict.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-6888505342418294532012-07-04T00:04:43.346-04:002012-07-04T00:04:43.346-04:00Welcome to the dark side.Welcome to the dark side.Kierran Broatchhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10540948886211980207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-90994832612577791762012-07-03T23:35:54.680-04:002012-07-03T23:35:54.680-04:00Oh, I like this kind of dirty talk. There are thi...Oh, I like this kind of dirty talk. There are things (rare things, but needful) that the fly rod just can't provide.lowbrowhttp://lowbrowangler.com/blog/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-53326751948037755322012-07-03T21:16:39.127-04:002012-07-03T21:16:39.127-04:00John. Thanks for reading my pigswill. You know how...John. Thanks for reading my pigswill. You know how I feel. If you can't fish the way you love, why bother? Well, that's true. But if I ask myself this question, I see that I've loved fishing many, many ways for something like 25 years now. Most of these I've been fishing a fly, but my first ever salmon, on the Spey, took a large Toby spinner. When I wrenched it onto the bank I was so desperate to have it - and thus necessarily to kill it - that I punched it to death (I was 18, by the way). I'm not saying I'd do so now, but there's something about needing to have a fish that just might posses some, even most, anglers to do something else. I think I still understand that. Hell, if I'm really pressed I'll drink a cherry-wheat beer. Shudder.<br /><br />Z - you're a scholar. Cheers.English Jonnyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14583165989353165951noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-35577052728394302792012-07-03T14:15:53.235-04:002012-07-03T14:15:53.235-04:00A wonderful piece of writing. I don't know wha...A wonderful piece of writing. I don't know what the point is of our sport or of angling in general. I've clearly not done it long enough to discern and will require more practice. Whatever it is it's pursued by one manner or another at any point in time driven by something that is inexplicable. I've chucked gear, slung dead animals, and even tried shooting the critters (more than once). No regrets. And most of that was damn good fun.Steve Zakurhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14806203921155483420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5792155152234650619.post-54010505809802104062012-07-03T13:57:10.978-04:002012-07-03T13:57:10.978-04:00Last month I broke my ankle while fluff-chucking g...Last month I broke my ankle while fluff-chucking gar on a local river. My friends have desperately tried to get me out since then but the thought of sitting all day on the river bank with a can of worms by my side or tossing heavy metal is about as appealing as dental surgery. It's not a matter of ethics or snobbery, but if I can't fish the way I love... I won't be going out.dead fisherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00486703331086916287noreply@blogger.com