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Had the el hosels for awhile many years ago. They go away. (And without buying any Tin Cup inspired contraptions!) Those putting woes seem to stick around, and around, and around. Weirdest mental thing ever. What is hardest for me is how they start to impact all of your game. Since you have no faith in your ability to scramble (can't scramble if you can't putt), every bad shot becomes a potential disaster, making each shot feel more important than it is. And while you know intellectually that it really doesn't mean anything, that stupid reptilian brain of ours thinks otherwise. 66 huh? Sweet. Have had a few rounds before I sort of quit where breaking par was a strong possibility, but have never broken that barrier. I'm confident that if I get the putting woes put to bed, sub 70 is certainly in the cards. 66 though? Hard to imagine.

He's awesome. I've fished with him like 4 times now. He has a couple of my rods and reels. I traded him a 8 wt TFO and a Akuma (I think) reel for a trip two years ago and gave him an old (but trusty) Shimano Chronarch SF100 for a tip this year. I have a couple of them and really never use them any more except when I go to Texas, so it felt really good to see it go to a place where it will be well used and appreciated! He told my wife it was like getting a Christmas present. Most of the pictures of fishing around the rocks was a trip he brought me out on to show him how to adjust the casting controls, etc on the reel. We had a "Mexico vs America" fish off! After that day, Elias and his wife went into town and bought my wife a nice present, and I got some 100 yr old Tequila. He is an fantastic guy, great fisherman, always smiling. I agree Muay-I could not recommend him more.

Well, maybe a bit more than two. I ride quite a bit as well. I haven't done anything as big as a fondo yet, but I have done around 220k over a couple of days. That and a bit of hiking.

I was a 5 before the fly rod took over. Hope to get back there (and honestly, my tee to green is as good as ever-but my putter seems to be experiencing that dreaded y word). I went on a golf trip this weekend-played really well first round until I turned a pretty sure 4 ft birdie into a soul crushing, multiple skin losing bogey. Putted like crap the rest of the trip, considered throwing my clubs in the gulley on #6 at Greywolf. Stupid game. And bobloblaw-that is still my spot. Treat it with respect and mild usage!

Wish I knew who the guide was so I never, ever use him. Lincoln guy sounds like a tool, but I would never employ someone who would criminally assault someone for being a tool. He better hope he doesn't get charged.

I started fishing when I was 4 or 5 years old, and with the exception of a notable time in my 20s when I did not fish much (getting up early in the mornings to fish salt water was not conducive to my mostly nocturnal existence), I've been doing it pretty much all my life. I picked up golf a little later (I was 12- but in the early 70s if you were a kid you had to hide any golf obsession), and the two of them have battled for supremacy ever since. My first fish on the fly rod, coinciding with my "discovery" of flowing water 6 or 7 years ago swung the battle decisively towards fishing. I still played some, but maybe 5 or 6 rounds a year, and mostly in scrambles. I played enough to know the game was still in there, but not enough to have it come out to stay all that often. My wife is of the firm, unshakable opinion that I can only have two hobbies at a time, and that one of them needs to be her. So my golf game languished in favor of my new and shiny mistress, the Bow River. That and the fact I had the yips! Over the past few months, I've been playing around with a new putting grip I've seen Mickelson and Garcia use, and it seemed to have cleared up the yips. I played in a scramble a month or so ago, putted great, and thought "ok, that was fun. I remember why I love this game." Played a couple of rounds on my own in Panorama, and continued to put good, and at some point the switch in my brain decisively swung from fly fishing as hobby in primacy to golf. Went out, bought a new set of Taylor Made clubs, a couple of new Cleveland wedges, and a new fat ass grip for my putter. I realized how much I'd been focusing my attention to golf when I was here on FFC on saw about 20 threads I hadn't read at all! Anyway, don't know how long it will last. Not like I'm going to quit fishing or anything, but I can see the number of trips taking a decided turn south (though I am starting to really like hike in fishing, and my wife joins me on those so she is ok with it). I do hope to get out once more this year with my sons to chase cutties, but I think that I'll mostly be on the sidelines watching from afar. That is, at least until I start reading stories about fantastic fishing a few years from now when all these little fish on the bow start to grow up........

Reese just keeps getting sadder and sadder.

I'll try to watch. But I really wanted to see them swoosh by me on a straightaway somewhere near the end so I could see just how slow I really am on a bike!

I'm out of town on a fishing trip this weekend and will miss this, which is too bad. I would have loved it!

Fantastic pics there Biggy!

There is a picture of Henry Winkler at the Hanson's farmhouse on the Bow. He fished just upstream of Police a couple of years ago.

Nice. Thanks for the flower shots. Save some for my blog (hah!)

x3. Same boots as danhunt, same comment.

I always carry a 1 iron which doubles as a walking stick. With lightening around, I hold it up in the air because according to Lee Trevino (who has been struck by lightening, so he should know) "even God can't hit a 1 iron".

I used to play with different knots, but laziness and ageing eyes, and frankly speed has resulted in: 1 -loop to loop usually 2- surgeon 3-clinch (not improved) I can tie a nail knot pretty quick, but like loop to loop better. A little rougher in the guides maybe. Surgeon is best knot ever invented. I'll never tie another blood knot I've done improved clinch, loop, palomars, etc. etc for the fly and fly to fly. Always end up back at clinch. I can tie it that much quicker and almost never have an issue with it. I can barely see good enough to get the line through one loop, let alone two. And I do think that getting back into the water faster outweighs any marginal difference in strength or possibility of knot failure.

Seems I may have been the unintentional recipient of a practical joke.

Video speaks for itself. Sent to me by a friend.

Haven't we had this conversation over coffee? Weren't you supposed to get me high level corb lund access??

Wish I had. Saw him at EFMF last year, awesome as always. Would loved to have seen him on Coke stage, but too late on a week night for this old man.

Damn, that man can write a song. A nice way to say thanks to a resilient city. Thanks to all who pulled up they socks, put on their rubber boots and got after it.

Al, was the rosemary beer you gave me this weekend Big Rock's Rosemary? I had so many different beers, I can't remember. Whichever it was, I liked it (and didn't expect to! Rosemary?)

I haven't made it out yet to fish, but the info I'm getting from friends indicates a pretty healthy fishery. "Fish rising everywhere" is a common phrase.

Sooooooo many great beers around right now. Local, BC, Quebec (yay Unibroue!). I personally haven't had any trouble finding local content, but I can't say I've asked for Big Rock. I like Big Rock, but too much new stuff to try. But Big Rock is really stepping into the craft game recently with a bunch of new brews. Belgians, IPAs, rosemary, etc. Might have to give them a try!

Agreed-just bring a rod and some flies. I can hook you up with some smaller boots than Tungsten if you need them. My bet is it will be fishable next week, but with all the sediment coming down from all the new banks that got cut could prove an issue for clarity.

Sorry if someone has already posted this, but I walked down to the FC boat launch yesterday evening. Much of it is still flooded, but what I could see was in great (perfect actually) shape. The beaver living there seemed happy too.