Monday, July 13, 2009 at 12:00AM 
We're long time fans of Ryan Peterson's The Big Pull here at the Chum. And, his daily chirp on the Ponoi River does nothing to diminish his stock with us for sure - must read ramblings here.
kola peninsula, ponoi river, salmon, the big pull in Writing, travel Monday, July 6, 2009 at 12:00AM 
A few years back Alice Cooper went Rooster Fishing - this is the story.
Alice Cooper, roosterfish in Legends, Photos, Writing Monday, July 6, 2009 at 12:00AM 
A poem by Ed Laine
My fly is trapped in branches high and dense,
just ripped my brand new waders on a fence.
Chilled water is already rushing in,
that big brown trout, I swear, just flashed a grin.
Read the rest in the May/June issue of Far and Away. LINK
fly fishing poem, fly fishing writing in Writing Tuesday, June 30, 2009 at 12:01AM 
Script shadow reviews the latest scripts in Hollywood.
The Fly Fisher is like the unofficial non-sci-fi sequel to Donnie Darko. It's a story about a seriously fucked up Fly Fisherman who lures his victims in, does God knows what to them in his stream-side abode, then guts them like a fish. LINK
fly fishing writing in Film and Video, Writing Monday, June 22, 2009 at 12:00AM An e-mail from our friend Sam Snyder to Cameron at The Fiberglass Manifesto about a special rod built for him by his cousin Ben Casarez is well worth the read. Sam is currently on his way to his new home in Alaska with a three week pit stop to fish his home waters of the Conejos.
Friday, June 12, 2009 at 12:00AM
Bruce McGee takes on elitist fly fishing buggers.
I can just picture two distinguished gentleman sitting around a fine home somewhere. Nigel and Ian would be there names and I can just hear Nigel saying you feel that Ian? Feel what my good man? Ian replied I sense a disturbance in the force like some grubby nutter is fondling a poor unsuspecting fly rod. That conversation probably took place the day I decided to start fly fishing. Because while I respect its tradition and honor it’s past, I have no issue with making it something uniquely mine. That means screaming a giant fuck you at yuppie buggers who seem to think that the sport is still only for the elite of this world. That you must be of a certain class to dare cast a finely made fly rod. While that sentiment isn’t common among all fly fishermen, it’s present in enough of them to piss me off. So being me I make it my mission to fuck with people like that.
LINK (Via: Morphine Nation)
Fly Fishing, tweed bag chronicles in Other Sites, Writing, fly fishing 
