Sunday, July 29, 2012

Grasshoppers are fun.

With the recent break in weather, and a little rain to freshen up the streams, I've had the privilege of getting out on two very different, but excellent trout streams.

There is a common theme though...It is quite clearly hopper season.  And despite recent attempts to improve on the "Happy Hopper", the original recipe retains its hold as the most productive hopper pattern in my flybox.

I am, frankly, too tired to stir up a good story or tale from these trips...even though there is a lot of material to choose I will let a single trout from each stream tell the story.

Gordon Creek Silver
Rowan Creek Gold
And...of course...the Happy Hopper.  (Contact me for recipe:  .....or.....better about a flyswap!  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?)

Til later,


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Mr. Fiesta Edition

Just so you know, I'm prolly gonna get sued for this one.

Mostly because I have no idea who this man is, why he was feeling so festive, and I don't exactly have permission to post his picture.  But to me he represents a state of mind.  A state of mind that I very clearly identify with so I'm willing to risk it.

So whomever you are Mr. Fiesta...keep up the good work.  A whole lot of us working stiffs out there try very hard to create a facade of the spirit you embody with ease.  You my friend, have nailed it and are obviously living an enlightened existence.

And......that is a helluva tramp stamp my man!  Touche`

The picture was taken while out to dinner with a group of friends.  Oddly, this group is made up of very normal men, who all share a common theme in our lives:  We are married to troublemakers. Especially when alcohol is involved.

By the credits go to Denise on this one.  Thanks for bringing this one back for Laura and Mrs. MacLoosh will have something to stare at when they get bored at work.

Til later,


Saturday, July 21, 2012

In the spirit of competition...

Sometimes, you just have to go with the flow.

So when my boy asked me recently to go fishing with him down at the local creek (no trout in this one...bummer),  I was stoked.  The catch was, I had to fish the HE fishes with his buddies and I was specifically forbidden from using a fly rod or flies.


So off I went, ready to learn.

Bits of string cheese, floated below a bobber and drifted downstream
With the above tools, my boy has been catching fish fairly regularly.

I tried desperately to forget everything I know, and do this HIS way.  This was no easy task for me.  I tend to not always take orders well, and fought to keep my mouth shut.  I did both, but despite my best efforts, he was successful, and I got skunked.

Zen Master "G" with his game face on

I was, however...super proud of him for taking a love of fishing and finding his own style with it.  (Hell...I was even proud of him for out-fishing me...)

But, we are of the same blood, and therefore both VERY competitive, so last night when he said he wanted to go trout fishing with me, we decided to make a friendly competition out of it.  We would go to the local trout stream, he would fish his way, I would fish mine, and we would see who came up with (a) the biggest fish and (b) the most fish.

At the stream, the fishing was slow.  I had a nice sized brown rise to a hopper that had just come off my vise, but it refused.  I saw it long enough to recognize it's buttery brown belly and size (I peg this one at around 14" or so).  The refusal was the last I saw of him.  Must have headed down the bottom to sulk. 

The winning fish was not exactly a trophy, and I did manage to catch 2 like this.

Pink Squirrels are magic. Pure magic.
So having redeemed myself from getting skunked....AND having won our friendly competition, I was happy and might have even egged him on a bit.  

Yeah.  Go ahead.  Criticize.  I was competitive with my boy, I won and am gloating.  Why?  Because I can.  And....oh, yeah....he rubbed my nose it in HARD when I turned up blanks the day before while he caught fish.  

What goes around, comes around. 

Being my son, he wasn't satisfied with getting skunked, so he switched to a fly rod and pink squirrel.  The one thing he forgot is that frustrated fishing can end poorly.  So it was when he finally caught something big, that we decided to call it quits.

Pink Squirrels will catch ANYTHING!
Once the initial screaming was over, and I had convinced him to hold still long enough for me to take the hook out...we had a good laugh about it and sat and watched the bats swarm.  Suddenly it just didn't matter who was the better fisherman anymore.

Turns out that bats are hard as hell to take pictures of, even when there a a ton of them is the only good shot of about 20 attempts.
So tomorrow morning, I am going out again.  No competition...just some good old trout fishing.  Hope I have enough to write about afterwards.

Til later,


Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Breaker Breaker One Nine

Keep on truckin'.

In my never ending quest to visit the roadside attractions of the world, I hit the mutha freakin jackpot this past weekend.

The world's largest truckstop in Walcott, IA.   

As if that wasn't big enough all by itself, we were there during the Annual Trucker's Jamboree.

What does one do at the worlds largest truckstop during the Trucker's Jamboree?  Read on good friend, read on.

First of all, you take pictures of everything.  Because this is one of those events that can't be lost to fuzzy memory.  Nope.  This one needs to be recorded properly for the sake of accurate recollection and reflection.

MacLooshkins and Granpa MacLoosh

If they don't sell it, you don't need it.

Pimp your ride with lights.  Epileptic Seizure inducing lights.

Truck Nuts (keychains??!!)
Truck Nuts (grande sized) in multiple colors

Lot Lizard
Lot of trucks

Grandpa MacLoosh and an old truck

Properly dressed Mack Bulldog
What did Mrs. MacLoosh think of all this?  She loved it. (no matter WHAT she tells you...she had fun)
Despite her charm, Mrs. MacLoosh didn't get to sit in this one
Monster truck
An original OCC Chopper--cool!

Made in 1912 (yes...100 years old...)
Optimus Prime's Dad
Pimp Ass Tires
And finally....between fits of pretending that all of these trucks would come alive as Transformers and battle the forces of evil on behalf of mankind...I tried to pick out the trucks that I would most like to have as the perfect fishing truck.

It came down to two.  Either would be fine with me...but you decide for yourself which would be best.


Til later Y'all!


Tuesday, July 10, 2012


I'm not really a stranger to pressure.  Hell, by virtue of being gainfully employed, I suppose none of us are.

But sometimes you bite into a side project that means a lot to you.  The pressure comes from within.  You want to do it right.  For the right reasons.  You want to do your best on this one for no reason other than you have taken a little pride and ownership in the project.

So a friend asked me (a woefully long time ago) to help him out.  He has an old flyrod that has been passed down through his family, and he would like to fish it again but it is in desperate need of some rehab.  He hasn't fished in years, and wants to wet a line.  With this rod.  Being the person he knows the best who is into all things angling, he asked for my help.

At first you say  "yeah...I can help you out" and think it is going to be no big deal, but are very glad to help.  Then you spend some time talking to him about the rod and his memories when you go to pick it up.  You are hooked (Nice pun, eh??  I came up with that all by myself....) on the nostalgia.  Now you just feel downright HONORED.  You take a cursory look at the rod and reel and think to yourself "Yep. I can handle this".

So you take it home, spend some time REALLY looking at it, and suddenly it hits you.  You are in over your head.  You have exactly NO experience in fixing or building rods.  Your inexperience leads you to every Youtube video you can stand on the subject.  You think, I can't do this half-assed.  That would be a crime.  But, the intimidation you feel takes hold and you say to yourself "I need to be in the correct frame of mind to do this, so it gets done right".  You wait for that mood, and the time to do it right.

Only...You have kids, a job, and all of the other distractions in life (including writing a blog...) so that time just never seems to materialize.  It isn't that you haven't thought about it.  You have. A lot. But there always seems to be something else that NEEDS to be done first.

Your friend has never mentioned it to you.  He has a busy life, a business to run, and other hobbies to keep him occupied and probably hasn't thought about it too awfully much.  But you really don't know for you?

Suddenly, here you are.  Fishing season is in full swing, and you are still feeling insecure about this project.  It's time to MAKE the time.  Something you should have done a long time ago.  The pressure is on.

So it is with no small amount of chagrin that I say, with my tail tucked neatly between my legs:  Sorry man.  I didn't forget about it.  I wouldn't do that.  I am working on it now and hope to do some fishing with you soon.


Sunday, July 8, 2012

Sunday Service (Brown Edition)

What can Brown do for you?
Sunday Morning Service at the Alter of Salmo Trutta.

What gets me out of bed at 0500 on a Sunday?  Fishing.  That's What.  And when your first cast brings in this, then one can consider my soul cleansed.

Til later,


Saturday, July 7, 2012

Hey Readers! Manny needs your help!

I'm not usually given to doing things like this...but there are some seriously ugly pets out there who have a chance of winning a "Cute Pet" contest-and that ain't right.

So...I don't ask much of anyone for this blog other than to enjoy it as it is...but in this case--please put in a vote for Manny.

To vote-Click on the widget at the top left of the MacLoosh Chronicles homepage.  You may have to register quickly...sorry...(Hint...once registered, you are welcome to vote at least once per day!)

Voting ends Friday July 13th at Midnight.

While we are talking about Manny...and AFTER you have voted....Do you need to learn a little bit more about him?

Check out the "Ask Manny" button at the top of the page.  He is always happy to answer your questions.



Friday, July 6, 2012

Proof that others are as messed up as I am...

This photo taken at the "UnForest" 4th of July Parade.  Not only is this fishing related, it is so completely wrong it is too fun not to share.

I believe the intended theme was "Fishing for a new Hairdo?"  from a local salon..but the message I recieved was "Crazy freakin' hairdressers who fish for decapitated heads then parade them through town like a tribe of huns".

Just sayin'.

Til later...