Fish Hook

According to my research, the fish hook has been around for a while and holds a pretty important place in the history of mankind.  Yep, according to what I read, in 2005, the fish hook was chosen by Forbes as one of the top twenty tools in the history of man!

The oldest, found in Palestine, is believed to be about 9,000 years old - which seems reasonable in that the 1st verse in Job 41 asks, " Canst thou draw out leviathan with a hook?"

Well, this one is a bit newer.  Hand carved in wax and cast in Sterling Silver, my version is unlikely to catch a leviathan, but it'll look pretty good hangin' around your neck from an 18 inch braided leather choker.

Shoot me an email if you'd like more info on it.
Clearwatermemories@gmail.com

Hallowed Waters, Deserving Veterans

The water was absolutely beautiful, but of course, it was supposed to be.  The eight veterans and their guides were standing upon the bank of the famed Willowemoc – just downstream from the exact spot that George LaBranche, author of "The Dry Fly and Fast Water”, in 1904 cast his Pink Lady into history.

Not that the hallowed history of the place mattered much to the vets – they were riveted by the beauty of the day and the opportunity cast a fly through the feeding lanes of the trout that were said to inhabit the stream.

The veterans were invited to experience the waters of “The Willow” by the members of the DeBruce Fly Fishing Club, whose forty or so members enjoy the peace, beauty, and superb fishing that the Willowemoc provides.  Past members of this exclusive conclave have included respected fishing writers Sparse Grey Hackle, Nick Lyons, Dick Salmon, Howard Walden and Ed Zern.  Today’s guests were perhaps not as notable, but no less deserving.

Club president Allan Virginia, and fellow member Evvy Goyanes, reached out to our Veterans Service Partnership with the offer – requesting that we assemble a few local vets for a day on the water. Filling the slots was no problem, as every community in America has its share of veterans.  Those that turned out included veterans affiliated with the Croton Valley, Mid-Hudson, and Columbia Green TU chapters.

Some of the vets had enjoyed the sport of fly fishing in the past; some had drowned a worm or two, and two of them had never fished before.  All were eager and as soon as the beats were assigned, they and their personal guides hit the stream, and by lunch time most of the vets had landed a trout or two and all of them had had fish on.  The smiles were blinding and by dinner time, which was hosted by a local fine eatery, their stories and their details probably grew by a few inches, proving that they were all now experienced trout fishermen.

After a good night’s rest in the bunkhouses graciously provided by the Catskills Fly Fishing Center and Museum, the vets were in for another treat.  Our hosts at the Debruce club had arranged for the vets to spend the day on the Beaverkill as guests of the neighboring Beaverkill Trout Club.  With a history dating back to 1872, their club, like the DeBruce Club, has a storied past leading to the birth of dry fly fishing in America. 

The Beaverkill proved to be equally productive to the Willowemoc, and by the end of the day all had landed some very nice trout.  In fact, one of the guys who had never fished before led the way with four very nice rainbows.

Our Veterans Service Partnership, which was formally established in January of 2011, is building a rich history of providing healing hope and rehabilitation to our nation’s disabled veterans.  Through our Fly Fishing 101 programs; our fly tying instructions and sessions; our rod building classes and our outings, over 1,000 TU members brought the healing power of the water to approximately 1,000 disabled veterans last year. Through our partnerships with Project Healing Waters and others, our members provided the manpower to deliver nearly 50,000 hours to the cause.  And to intentionally misquote a certain politician, “It doesn’t take a village” to do this.  All it takes are a few chapter members willing to extend a hand to a deserving veteran.

Protecting … the honor of recovering soldiers

Reconnecting … veterans to the healing power of nature

Restoring … dignity, health and confidence to disabled veterans

Sustaining … it all through engagement with our members

 

 

Sterling Silver Creel

This is the original - the hand sculpted model that will serve as the pattern for future castings.  That means that its slightly larger and heavier than the ones to follow.

This original weighs just over an half an once of .925 Sterling Silver ... its just under an inch wide, 3/4 inches tall, and 3/8 inches deep.  All sides, excluding the back (which is open to allow for hollowing it out) are finally detailed, antiqued and highly polished.  Its signed on the inside and is available for just $66.00

Redfish!

After who knows how many blog postings that have had absolutely nothing to do with fishing, here one is!  Yes, I went fishing.  

We joined up with our daughters and their families at the exotic location of Hunter’s Island just off the South Carolina coast.  This was to be my first ever opportunity to cast a fly into salt so I packed my 8 weight and the few Clouser patterns I had on hand and we headed for the beach.

In past years our Memorial Day reunion has taken place a lot closer to home here in the mountains and the fishing was for trout and bluegill, so in addition to a change of prey, the change of scenery was really anticipated.  And the scenery did not disappoint.

Many of the scenes from Forrest Gump were filmed in and around Beaufort, and the Vietnam battle scenes were filmed right on Hunter’s Island – and it didn’t take long to see why.  When we entered the road to the campground the landscape changed from tidal flats to big time jungle.  It was beautiful in a very wild and inhospitable way.  Arriving at the beach was pretty impressive too.  They have nine foot tides here and arriving at low tide we saw about 400 yards of white sand between us and the surf.

 

A week before leaving home I had called Bay Street Outfitters in downtown Beaufort to ask about the fishing and was able to talk to a guy that sounded very knowledgeable about the fly fishing in the area.  I asked about fly patterns and got some good info on the redfish opportunities.  I told him I’d pick his brain further when I arrived in town.  So our first stop was to the fly shop.

 

He wasn’t there.  He was guiding in Russia and the help I got was of questionable value.  My next stop was at a hardware store to buy a license and the advice I got there got my attention.  The clerk told me that they had been catching bull redfish right off the beach of the island.  That’s more like it!

 

With that information it didn’t take me long to hit the beach.  After puzzling over the type of bugs that inhabit this jungle island –

 

 - and scarring off a few raccoons that had a fondness for watermelons – I headed across the sand for the beach.   I was fascinated by the patterns the tides had left in the sand.  They reminded me of the satellite shots of the sands on the Arabian Peninsula that I’ve studied on Google Earth from 50,000 feet.  A different cause of course, but the effects were remarkably similar.

 

Okay, so while others in the family (the sane ones) were enjoying that other thing that beaches were made for, I went fishing. 

 

 



I walked the beach and fished for about two hours and never saw a fish.  So much for the advice I got from the clerk.  I began to realize that without some really expert advice I was doomed to failure.  It’s a big ocean out there and finding fish in it aint gonna be as easy as spotting trout in a mountain stream so I stopped into a visitor center, picked up a few brochures and called the one that bragged about their kayak rentals and fly fishing knowledge.  I was assured that yes, the reds were there, they were biting and that they could put me on them.   Chad and I arranged to meet up with them on Sunday morning.

 

I should have known that something was amiss when Lenny, our guide, rigged up a spinning outfit and placed a bucket of fresh shrimp into his kayak.  Turns out that he has never fly fished and they have never guided anyone that had!  Oh well, we're here – lets launch these things and get after it.

 

Lenny said there was a good weed bed just up past some docked shrimp boats so we began paddling north – against the incoming tide.  (When you are told that the tide is nine feet, please understand that it moves much like a river.  And understand that an outboard motor is advised if you are out of shape.)  We paddled for about a mile to reach the designated “Hot Spot,” always watching for tailing redfish.  Do you see them in this picture?

 

Neither did I.  Not from this view or any other.  The only signs of life I saw during our three hour cruise were some herons and few egrets - and a guy standing on the bow of a passing shrimp boat.  Forrest, was that you?  Captain Dan?

Lenny said he caught two stingrays with his shrimp, but Chad and I hooked nothing, and the trip back to the launching point – against the outgoing tide - was just as tiring as the trip away from it.  Would I try this again?  Absolutely…but only from a flats boat piloted by an experienced and highly recommended fly fishing guide.

In spite of the disappointment and the sore arms, the day was beautiful.  I’d go again tomorrow, especially if I might have the chance to see a few of these…

 

Shirley and I had a great time…

 



 

 



 

 



 

"Patches"

 

I'm not a cat person by any means...I mean, how can a guy feel close to an animal (no matter how pretty) that when called gives you a look that says, "What the hell do you want!"  Dogs...well, they're different.

 

Anyway, many years back we had a family of long haired Calicos, and this oil painting is a portrait of Patches, the family matriach.

Jude 24

Note: In the coming weeks Shirley and I will be starting up a new online venture - Jude 24.  So what is Jude 24, you ask?  Well, many years ago, back in the day that jewelry design and production was the only thing on my plate, among other products, we created and marketed a line of Christian jewelry. (Regular readers might have seen hints of this a few posts back...)

In the years since and through many moves across the country, we have stored all of my jewelry equipment in the garage with the thought of dusting it off someday.  That day has arrived.  Watch for www.jude24jewelry.com - coming to a computer near you soon!

The Chi Rho Cross

Hand sculpted in Sterling Silver to remind one of an ancient Roman coin, the Chi-Rho symbol is an early Christogram and when combined with the Alpha and Omega, an acronym is formed with Christ’s words, “I am the Alpha and the Omega”.

 

The Chi-Rho cross was popularized by Constantine the Great, who had a dream or vision of the Chi-Rho symbol in the sky, with “En Touto Nika” (Greek for “In this sign you shall conquer.”).

 

He had this emblem put on his soldier’s shields, and they went on to win the Battle of the Milvan Bridge outside Rome.  St. Constantine became the first Roman Emperor to convert to Christianity and made Christianity the Roman Empire’s official religion in the fourth century.

 

 

 

 

 

Ahhhh....SPRING!

Although today is dark, dreary and damp here in western North Carolina, tomorrow will be better!
Not sure what year I did this - must have been in the early 90's.  Anyway, its acrylic on board and the original is 9 x 7.

Redband Rainbow

 

The original of this acrylic painting measures 18 x 20 and is available, framed or not.

If you are interested in a limited edition print they measure 11 x 14 and are printed on

100# Archival paper. The edition size is 100 and they are available for $50.00

This four painting series entitled Native Faces includes the Spring Creek Brown, the Southern Appalachian Brookie, and the Westslope Cutthroat.

Peacock Bass

I happened to watch a program last week about the Great Barrier Reef and it got me to thinkin' that I ought to do an illustration featuring one of the beautiful tropical fish that inhabit that place, so I did a a photo search for some reference material.  The more that I looked at them, the more I thought about it...the more I was turning against the idea. 

Yes, they were beautiful, but hey, they weren't gamefish.  Then it occurred to me that the Peacock Bass is just as pretty...its a gamefish, and it is indeed "tropical."  So here is a rather quickly done portrait of one...

Warm Water Slam

A few weeks back I mentioned that I had been asked to supply illustrations for some signage that Riverlink in Asheville, NC plans to place along the French Broad River.  Well, I finished up the cat, the carp, and the musky and have combined them here in a potential poster format.  Each fish is of course available separately, but if anyone is interested in this poster idea shoot me an email at clearwatermemories@gmail.com

Little Big Man

My eight year old grandson spent his first day afield last week with his dad and a few hunting buddies, and the proudest Gramps on earth is glad to report that, armed with his new 20 gauge, he bagged a few quail!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A rite of passage that took me a few more years to attain, I'm sure that this experience will lead to many happy days with his dad and others - a lifetime of enjoying our 2nd Amendment rights and the bountiful harvest that God has provided.

 

 

Way to go Grant!

We're on TV...well sort of.

Our long awaited video featuring the Trout Unlimited Veterans Service Partnership is finally available for viewing on the small screen.  Yes, with a simple click on the link below, you will soon be transported to Harman's North Fork Cottages up in West Virginia, and along the way you'll meet some very special friends of ours.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzVhsRRM2cw&feature=youtu.be

You'll meet Todd Harman, the proprietor of this special destination and Curtis Fleming of Fly Rod Chronicles.  You'll meet Ed Nicholson, the genious behind Project Healing Waters, and you'll meet me.  But most importantly, you'll meet two disabled veterans who helped us share with you the healing and rehabilitation that can occur through our sport.

So steal away for eighteen minutes or so, grab your favorite beverage, pop some corn and enjoy!

The Silent Fisherman

Way back in 1979, in one of my very first efforts at wildlife sculpting, I decided to honor the greatest fisherman of all time. . . The Green Heron.  Having watched these stealthy birds outfish me on a regular basis, you'd imagine that I learned a thing or two.  Nope, not a thing, but I might try this technique

A Salute To Service

This past Thursday evening supporters of Trout Unlimited and our Veterans Service Partnership gathered in Washington, DC in the palatial law office of Arnold & Porter to salute the service of our nation’s veterans.

Our 3^rd annual fundraising dinner began with a Presentation of the Colors by the US Navy Ceremonial Guard and a beautiful rendition of our National Anthem sung by MUC Yolanda Pelzer of the US Navy Band.  As our 200 honored guests settled in for a great meal they were treated to comments by Chris Wood, our President and CEO, and following Chris I had the honor of introducing Adm. Dennis Blair (former Director of National Intelligence) and Mr. Jeffrey Smith (Senior partner at Arnold & Porter and former General Council of the CIA), our co-hosts for the evening.

Following their inspirational remarks, I introduced our Guest Speaker, former Army Ranger Capt. Chris Yasher.  At each year’s event we strive to have as our speaker a veteran that has experienced first-hand the healing and rehabilitation that our program provides and we could not have done better than having Chris address us this year.  Chris’ story was representative of the commitment to service and sacrifice that we honored throughout the evening.

The evening concluded with a rousing live auction that augmented the funds raised through the silent auction and the many raffles.  My thanks to every attendee and to every vendor (like Scott Hunter from Vedavoo on the left)that donated items for the auctions.  With the funds raised on Thursday evening we are assured that our work with veterans will continue to expand and thrive.

Winter Music

Anyone that has hunted ducks or geese with any seriousness at all has heard about the great hunting to be had on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.  The town of Easton, MD is right up there with Stuttgart, AR as far as waterfowl hunting goes.

Well, this past weekend I participated in a “Train the Trainer” seminar put on by Project Healing Waters.  The event was put together to give interested volunteers the information and training that they will need to organize and run a local program for disabled veterans.  As Ryan and I have been planning the same sort of event for the southeastern US, I though it a good idea to attend and compare notes.  The event was held a Point Pleasant , just outside of St. Michaels, MD.

It was a 12 hour drive for me so I was really hoping that it would be worth the effort.  Mapquest told me that it was a 10 hour dive, but they didn’t take into account that I would be hitting the DC Beltway at 4PM.  How do those people stand this!  I spent two hours in stop and go traffic.

It was dark and raining when I finally pulled into town so I saw nothing of the fabled Eastern Shore.

I awoke to misting rain and fog.  Breakfast was scheduled at 8AM at the lodge.  This place was amazing.  Formally owned by the DuPont family as a private hunting and fishing preserve, it encompasses 1,000 acres with 7 miles of shoreline on the Chesapeake Bay.  When I exited my car at the lodge I heard the music.

 

While others were bemoaning the lack of warmth and sunshine (keep in mind that these were all fishermen) I was relishing the “atmospherics.”  As soon as my car door opened I heard it.  What must have been 10,000 Canada Geese and who know how many ducks were engaged in the chorus that brings goose bumps (can’t believe I said that) to a wingshooter.  And the weather?  This was no “Bluebird Day” with nothing flying but songbirds – it was the sort of day with the cacophony of sight and sound that waterfowl hunters dream of.  It brought back memories of the Great Salt Plains area that Roger and I used to hunt in north central Oklahoma.  Throughout the day the sky was alive with birds.  Birds that continually distracted me from the subject at hand, and birds that western North Carolina, for the most part, is devoid of.

I have been invited back, and given the chance, I’ll do it.  But I’ll avoid the Beltway, and I’ll have my trusty 12 gauge with me.