Monthly Archives: July 2008

Castaway’s Musical Youtuberations V

Due for another one of these. Last week’s absence due to the bamboo rodmaking school zapped all my free time and had nary a minute to bang out a blog entry. I’m getting quite a backlog of great photos that haven’t been displayed. Maybe when/if things slow down I’ll post a few on here randomly.

Till then, you can suffer through some more musical youtoobs. The theme for today’s musical yootubes is ‘Alternative Rock/Beat/Techno female lead songs’. It’s a crazy mishmash, but all with the common thread.

Some more throwback…the most addicting song ever. You’ll hum it for the rest of the day. But at least it is really a good song.

Suzanne Vega – Tom’s Diner

Some stuff from M.I.A.. I’ve got a vision for how this song’s opening would look killer in a film feature. Open up with a fixed camera stationed on a moving car looking at the speeding roadside accoutrements while the subject’s vehicle rolls into the picture. That’s the opening this song needs in vision. Anyway, here is ‘Paper Planes’.

More gay disabling by ball hogging corporate music types on youtube goings on. So here is the dumb photo stand in for this song. Close your eyes and it may be better, but it is an interesting tune. My wife likes it to exercise to.

Shiney Toy Guns has a bunch of tunes I like. This is one my wife likes best for running. Again, punks disabled all the real videos so another gay stand in has to do. Le Disko…


New Photo Galleries

I’m experimenting with some new flash software. It takes a lot longer to load than my other gallery xml formatting, but is sort of a neat effect software. I can do a bunch of neat things with it, but unfortunately I can’t get it to stop locking up my system when I add music to the slideshow. I think it will be a nice feature to add to the arsenal though. It does a lot of neat stuff.

Anyway, here are the galleries. The first one includes shots from my most recent brookie outing with Nathan (see report below).

The next one is some black and white shots of my kids and my nephews last weekend.

Let me know if you like the format or if it takes too long to load for you. I have the slowest available DSL and the first trial of the brookie slideshow took about 2 minutes and the one of the kids took about 30 seconds to load.

I’m on vacation. Let’s party.

Don’t have to be back at verk (East German accent on purpose) until the 28th. The twenty-freakin-eighth. How cool is that? Plan is for the first ANNUAL Vandalia Rodworks Bamboo Rodmaking School to commence on Monday. I’m somewhat inept but prepared, so I think we shall have barrels of monkeys. Actually, just haven’t done a rod making school before, so the verk shall be mighty at the beginning until I gauge the progress of the team. Hopefully we get so far ahead that we are faced with the difficult decisions of ‘where to fish’. Although given the strange water levels we’ve had in recent months we could be forced into chasing gauges. ‘Tis well.

This Is Fly has a new issue out. Check it out.  

Then let’s party.

Golfballs and Largemouths

I spent the past 3 days in the eastern panhandle for work. As you may or may not know I spend a good bit of travel time in that area. This time was as busy as ever and had to work late each day. I had a coworker with me who hasn’t fished in a couple of years, but is a golfer. I haven’t golfed in a couple of years, but am a fisher. So we compromised about our few hours of free time left each evening. We played golf, then fished. The golf course ponds in Moorefield were full of hungry bass and bluegill the size of your head. Nothing big was caught, but I did hook a few giant fish. I started out using a worm pattern that I’d picked up at Anglers Xtreme a few years ago, but I couldn’t keep the weedless hook in the fish. Being used to trout and having a long fly rod makes it difficult to get a good hookset on those tough mouthed creatures. So I switched to a conehead brown zuddler and I hooked and landed a largemouth bass on nearly 10-15 consecutive casts. Ended up with well over 20 fish and they shut down on the zuddler after it got pitch dark. So I tied a big popper on my partners rod and resigned to relaxing on a bunker mound and watch the goings on. Then someone nearby started launching fireworks into the night sky and it made for a really cool show. The following evening we played golf at The Woods in Hedgesville, but were so hungry by the time we finished that we decided to forego fishing in favor of food.


Biggest Fish

Biggest Fish

Work Hard

Work Hard

Play Hard

Play Hard

Grab Bag

Water levels are freakishly erratic this month for sure. Two weekends ago the WV highland streams were abnormally low considering the world record wet spring we had. Then yesterday I was going to attempt some southern WV streams to discover that they were all blown out. So Nathan Reese and I decided to head north. Nearly every body of water we crossed was high or blown out completely, but the brook trout stream we targeted just west of Elkins was at normal to low flow. It is a brook trout stream that has yielded some bruiser brook trout to me in the past years, but had not been visited by me for some time. I discovered that the local mouthbreathers had deposited several garbage truck loads of litter and filth along the stream. There were dead tents, thousands of cans and bottles, household garbage strung about and plenty of fishing line hanging around. I reiterate that in no way do I subscribe to the commonly held belief that rampant poaching of brook trout occurs in WV. I don’t believe it does happen. I fish too much and in too many places and see very little evidence of hee haw angling pressure. This stream is getting hammered. But despite that, there is still a good population and always will be unless the habitat is strangled. Which is what worries me. I did not find any big fish, but in no way do I blame the angling. I found banks of siltation that had not been there before. Entire riffles were smothered with sand. Looks like the four wheelers are taking quite a toll on the creek. So yes, the mouthbreathers are killing this creek, but it wasn’t the five foot stick with the fishing line tied to it that I found on the bank, it was the ATVs (Asshole Tresspassing Vehicles) that are doing it.

I’ll have some photos up in the next few days. Until then, enjoy some completely unrelated blasts from the past that you will never see combined together on any other blog, ever…

Best One Yet

So most of you that read this have already heard the gamut on last Saturday’s limestone sand bucket brigade to Middle Fork of Williams. I won’t rehash the details. Actually, you may have noticed that if I post any fishing reports on, The Drake, Itinerant Angler, Clark’s Bamboo Forum or such that I normally don’t rewrite the whole thing again on here. Just kind of redundant. But this last Saturday is worth as many revisits as it can get.

First I want to say that as the week led up to the event I was getting pretty pissed off. Volunteers who had gave me their word were dropping like flies. I understand attrition to some degree, but it was getting suspicious that folks just weren’t interested and that infuriated me. After all, it is no trouble getting 60 folks out to pick up trash on Elkhorn or stock trout in the Elk River. I’m sure it’d be no trouble to get 60 folks together for a rally to promote meaningless Catch and Release Regulations for brook trout. Since Lee Orr and I got the Back The Brookie thing going back in 2004 people have came out of the woodwork to volunteer for the cause of brook trout. When the rubber finally met the road and we got our first MAJOR project to essentially restore a major watershed I got a grand total of thirteen people to volunteer. Yes, thirteen freaking people. In June. Not a holiday. No other TU activity that weekend. The Mountaineers weren’t playing anywhere. Hank Jr. wasn’t in town. Carpooling was readily available. Thirteen freaking people. I was pissed.

So Larry Orr and I rode up together to save on gas and as we pulled into the parking lot at the Cranberry Visitor’s Center I was shocked to see folks standing everywhere. You see, the weekend before I had thirteen people volunteer to help me stock Arbuckle Creek, seven showed up. That’s about what I expected to find Saturday, but the heavens smiled down and twentyfive people showed up. Abso-freaking-lutely amazing. To say my pessimism was quenched is an understatement. I regained faith in the organization and had no complaints at all.

Then to make things even better, John Rebinski (who also brought two other DNR employees, his two kids and had recruited one summer US Forest Service intern) had the whole operation greased up like a well oiled machine. A low boy was already on site with a big pile o’ sand and he had flagging hung from the trees along the trail to mark each volunteer’s beat. So every person knew how far they had to carry buckets along the bucket brigade. It wasn’t far. Despite hearing a few petty whinings about the work, most were happy. Those that thought that was hard work need to volunteer to help stock Arbuckle Creek…whimps. We moved six tons of sand using less than 400 bucket fulls in about three hours of work. To a guy who would put that much work in on the farm growing up before breakfast it was nothing. Chump change considering what we pulled off.

So next year’s limestone bucket brigade is already in the planning. If you want to get involved in a project that makes you beat your chest at the end of the day and say “I really did something positive for trout” then make plans now to attend the 2009 Middle Fork of Williams Bucket Brigade.