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A few weeks ago Jacob finished out a 7’ 2” 3 weight C. Barclay fiberglass blank. I’ve been secretly hoping that it won’t sell, because this is a truly perfect small creek rod! It’s got me dreaming of high mountains and wild cutthroat and all the adventures. Funny how an inanimate object can invoke such magical dreams.
P.S All Rod Bags are 20% off through Monday! Just enter code “SHOPSMALL” at checkout, or shoot me an email with more questions or to place your order.
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It seemed like the perfect day. The sky was overcast, but not raining. It was almost 60 degrees out and hadn't gotten below 50 during the night. We began dreaming of baetis hatches and big browns. It was bound to be the perfect day.
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Happy Halloween, everyone! While everyone else is posting photos of wonderfully carved out pumpkins and clever costumes, I'm afraid the best I can do is 'introduce' you to a mystery.
Several years ago I was urged to read The Royal Wulff Murders by Keith McCafferty, or any of his books. I declined. The idea of a whodoneit mystery with a bit of the wild west and fly fishing thrown in came across as a bit kitschy to me. Maybe it would be 'entertaining,' but I like to think I need more substance to my books for them to be worth it.
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For three years now, Jacob has teamed up with his mentor, Charlie Downs, to put together a bamboo fly rod for the organization, Casting Carolinas.
Casting Carolinas is a non-profit organization which introduces women who are surviving cancer to fly fishing through retreats and single-day events.
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Last week was heavy. I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking that. I’ve spent some time over the past few weeks contemplating the changing of the seasons, how my seasons in life are altering me.
I reminded myself, and am now reminding all of you, to embrace the song of fall.
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The changing of seasons is always difficult for me. Mostly because I'm impatient and I want it to happen right away. I expect flowers to bloom the first day of spring and 40 degree nights the beginning of autumn. Apparently, mother nature still hasn't received my memo.
Here in Western North Carolina, we've had a particularly long, wet, warm year. Jacob and I recently joked that we saw a groundhog and he told us there would be six more weeks of summer.
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