The Bones...

This is the last post on Small Fly Funk for the next three months or so. The fly fair season will get underway with the Loughs Agency Fair later this month (looking forward to meeting and interviewing Glenn Weisner of Glenn River Fly Co), followed by the BFFI in June and Irish International Fly Fair the following month. Much of my writing energy is now focused on Blood Knot - please check out our Blue Collar issue and watch out for June's Throwback issue. There's an ambitious new project planned for the Summer with a cool film maker from Belfast. And the day job... de-carbonising the UK grid, one roof at a time. On all fronts, I've never been busier.

And I need to make sure there's time for family and some fishing.

So I'll sign off for the summer with a short video. The low water conditions continue in the absence of rain, just perfect for small fly fishing. This is my comfort zone. The bones of my home waters are exposed at the fringes, and fly are concentrated in the diminished water course. So I headed out last Monday, a Bank Holiday in the UK. There was an intermittent, gusty breeze and temperatures of 26deg Celsius. I know this water well, it's a 10 minute cylce ride from home. And I know exactly where the trout hang out. Wet wading places you in the soul of the stream in warm weather, and provides relief from the multiple nettle stings suffered en route to the stream. Man, I got whacked on the way down... my legs were fizzing for hours.

The Bones.... from Andy Baird on Vimeo.

Warner Bros may yet sue my ass for unauthorised use of "Blue", the final track on REM's new album Collapse Into Now. Hope not...


Have a great summer, see you on the other side.

Out...

MORE short rods, light lines and #32's...

OK, I had to work this pool for another 15 minutes, but you can see the strike this time...


MORE short rods, light lines and #32's... from Andy Baird on Vimeo.