Sunday, February 27, 2011
At 12 o'clock guess who's already in my driving, waiting impatiently?
You guessed it!
We first shot a round of sporting clays and I have to admit my father has become quite improved, it was all the way down to the last station , and I only beat him by one bird. WE have always ben so ultra competitive in everything we do, that I knew it was flying around in both our minds walking into the final shooting box.
Never one to accept defeat, he said 5 stand, I'll buy!
that game is still very new to us, but boy their are some FAR out targets at the new Triple J course.
A great day had by both of us.
Posted by Jackson at 4:32 PM
Saturday, February 19, 2011
It's a slight oldie, but a goodie. Nate and Charlie (my buddies) made a great glimpse as to what our early season opener is like in 2009. I think this video is precious. From the flask on the camper table, to watching charlie with (non hippie) hair, it outs a smile on my face. You guys are part of fly fishing for me, thanks for that! Please pause my music on the bottom of the page, their music is a perfect match
Posted by Jackson at 9:40 PM
Sunday, February 13, 2011
It's mid February, it's 30 degrees, no wild bird hunting season open, and my dogs are driving my wife insane. Both dogs have learned the "I have to go to the bathroom", but not really, trick. Just stand by the door and whine so I can chase any living creature around our yard. Let me tell you, nothing from opossum to house finches are safe.
So, I mustered enough gumption to head to our local "pheasant" farm. My friends and I usually scoff at this activity, and would chase wild birds given any other viable option. The fact remained that I had a new gun to shoot (one with double triggers no less), and I better figure out know if I can make it happen with this piece of British ware.
I brought the old dog along, who has made a MIRACULOUS recovery from this fall when he was given approximately 2 months to live, as both my wife and I agree if "it" happens in the field, there couldn't be a better way for him to go.
We put out ten birds, and made quick work of the first 5 sorgum rows of rows, putting 9 birds in the bag. We hadn't even taken a second shot, and I was starting to really pat myself on the back for taking a chance on this gun.
Then it happened, a bird flushed extremely far out and almost out of what I would attempt a shot at, and somehow in the back of my mind I said "pull the back trigger", I did, and the bird fell. I must have simply broken a wing as he was still running to beat the band. With deep snow, and a 75 pound differential, the bird quickly put distance between him and Kwik.
A very diligent search led to nothing, no feathers, no blood, it was pretty weird. I figured we'd just take another trip through that area, when Kwik's head went straight up in the air, like he could smell something, but i could tell he wasn't even sure what to make of it. Another 40 yards later, I saw one speck of blood, then two, and the old boy mustered up enough pep to look like a nose tackle running down a wide receiver.
The race was on, and he wouldn't be denied.
When he finally caught up to the bird, he gave him an extra head shake, pinned him down, picked him up, and did the slow trot , all the way back to me.
My friend Joe asked "does he always strut like that after a bird?"
I said "Just today"
Posted by Jackson at 3:31 PM
Friday, February 11, 2011
I strictly nymph in the early season because I despise midge fishing even when its warm, and have my casting stroke to as honed as it can be. So, the 5x fluorocarbon leaders, the tungsten flies, and the "strike indicators" (bobbers),along with fleece lined gloves that probably wont be taken off until April. None the less, its getting close, and I can't wait.
Posted by Jackson at 10:09 AM
Thursday, February 3, 2011
This cop takes down an UFC fighter in the audience!
PROVING sometimes people are just stupid, and not just "tough" cause you wear an AFFLICTION" t shirt!
Posted by Jackson at 9:59 AM