Angler's ashes turned into fish food
Tuesday, August 19, 2008 at 5:08PM 
After his death last month he was cremated in a wicker fishing basket coffin, and his ashes were mingled with 30lb of fish food.
Mr Hodge's widow Caroline and daughter Sally were the first to catapult
balls of the bait into the River Huntspill to signal the start of an
angling competition among Mr Hodge's friends.
Via: The Telegraph UK LINK
Mist River
Monday, August 18, 2008 at 6:56PM After meeting him two years ago at the Meydenbaur fly market, it was pretty clear that time spent with G-Smolt on the water would be time spent well. The last 72 hours proved to me that my gut was right. G-Smolt was good people. And a fine lead blocker through the labyrinth of the bear.
I arrived in Southeast on Thursday morning, and immediately accompanied Senor Huevo to his slave-shed. The man had to sling several hundred pounds of Euro feed. I was on my own. After a quick knowledge dump and some back-of-the-napkin cartography, I got behind the wheel and shot northbound on the glacier highway. My three day session had just begun. And soon, three creeks would remind me that I come from a world far different than Southeast.
Friday morning came early. Mr. Daniels and Rainier greeted us at the Pub the night before, and they were determined to sabotage our trip. The fog was thick, but as we waited patiently on the Cessna dock we heard bagpipes from the South. Weather, as it usually does in this part of Alaska, changed. A capital city native and Outfitter, Irish camera wizard, Southeast transplant and fish geek, and wide-eyed Seattleite would soon be setting the GPS a hundred miles South. Or was it North? Regardless, we were on our way to Mist River - the same fabled flow that my bro hinted at months ago. Ever since, I've had an erection laden with skepticism.
We had artillery. There was mace. And this quartet excitedly rolled through the labyrinth of the bear, nervously singing 19th century war tunes (as well as everyone's favorite little diddy from Player). We hoped something bigger and badder than us wouldn't materialize. It never did (unless you consider several opportunistic Varden to be bigger and badder). The next 7 hours treated us to one of the most productive sessions I have ever seen.
It was a performance and experience that might have potential to be equaled. But it will never be exceeded. Or forgotten.
The almighty Two-fer
Monday, August 18, 2008 at 6:47PM 
C. Bamford hits the Chum hard with these two August slabs. Very tough act to follow!
The Ursus Arctos Mastery of Alan Corbett
Monday, August 18, 2008 at 6:42PM Our new bro from Juneau shows us that when he's not slaying trout on his 8 wt. (yes an 8 wt. is the appropriate selection for the trout he targets), he's a seriously skilled lense jockey. More from Alan can be found here.
