| Monday: | Paul Arden |
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| Tuesday: | Graeme Christie |
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| Wednesday: | Tracy&James |
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| Thursday: | Martyn White |
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| Friday: | Mika Lappalainen |
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| Saturday: | Rickard Gustafsson |
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| Sunday: | David Siskind |
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Tornados from Texas
Monday, 27 July 2026
I’ve had quite a few enquiries as to whether we can ship Andy the Redneck built Sexyloops Tornado rods internationally. And the answer is yes we can. It’s more expensive to ship from the US and so it will cost an extra $100. You are unlikely to pay duty in Australia or NZ, similar to now actually. Britain there will be some duty but there is already when shipping from the EU. The issue probably is EU. We can try to mitigate this. Stick them down trouser legs and so on. “Are you just pleased to see me or do you have a Tornado in your pocket?”
One Rise. Probably Carp.
Tuesday, 28 July 2026
With a polar front sitting north of the North Island, the Waikato was a bleak 8°C, hardly ideal, but perfect for a winter reconnaissance mission. The brown trout drop down the lower Waikato in winter, and there is a fishing competition in October where people seem to land some good fish; some proof out there. The browns do drop down our coastal rivers and head into the estuarine areas. The weekend was a "reccy," and I am calling it that now so I don't oversell myself later.
Behind the scenes at the Game Fair
Wednesday, 29 July 2026
Before I get into reviewing last weekend's casting competitions at the Ragley Game Fair I have to send out a big 'thank you' to the volunteers who gave up their weekend to ensure the event was a success. So to Steve, Lasse, Stewart, Howard, Dave, Chris, Nick and Helen, who was there as our photographer, it would have been impossible without you, so many, many thanks.
Let's volutate
Thursday, 30 July 2026
This week's fly is a good one for mullet, seatrout and, despite its small size, bass: the corophium volutator. It's a specific imitation, but I'm pretty confident that fish don't necessarily see it that way
Land him and Empty calendar
Friday, 31 July 2026
Week ago my calendar filled with short notice bookings. I was great week with youngsters and old guests. Friday there was one more to come as I got call in afternoon while returning from reindeer work.
Guy called and asked possibility to have casting teaching. He explained that he haven't touch flyrod for 20 years as family etc took his time. Life got him as we often say. He had been in Norway camping and cycling and now on the way back home he could have some fishing to find out if flyfishing is still thing for him. He had even bought set before trip yet haven't opened it.
Vacation time in Särna
Saturday, 1 August 2026
Our vacation tour in northern Sweden continues, or middle of Sweden might be more correct. It’s just that everything north of Stockholm feels like northern Sweden for us. It has been eventful and the second week a bit more so I would say.
This week we are back in the cabin we rented last year in Särna. I like the cottage better than the container we stayed in last week. The container had the advantage though that it was located at the end of a field that could be used for distance practice. Even if the lean and other forms of the field made you fall and feel seasick it was available. Distance practice this week has been less and a bit more interesting. It has consisted of stopping at available fields I’ve found when we have visited the village center for supplies. So one session took place in the middle of a camping site. Decent lawn so I took the chance while Minna did hide to not die because of embarrassment. She had to come out of hiding to help me get some pictures, staged, or my practice.
Please Don’t Stop
Sunday, 2 August 2026
Conditions at the beach and home limited me last week but I got out a couple of times. Despite forecasts of a substantial swell I imagined the full moon would bring grunion in close. I went out Thursday at dawn and fished a green and white clouser in the incoming tide. I paired the overweight SA Sonar 6 wt with my HT8 instead of the HT6 I usually take to the beach. It handled the clouser nicely. I didn’t see any signs of bait in close - two moons ago I saw cormorants slurping grunions and strange big tails. Not this time but an hour in I saw a few corbina in the swash and switched to casting a pink merkin crab at them. The fish were showing randomly, in differing postures, and the big surf created enough foam to make spotting and following them difficult. No one ate. I went out Friday filled with hope, but fewer fish showed and I’m pretty sure I didn’t show anyone my fly. Still starting the day on the beach is a joy.