RH Fly Fishing

Taking shape, at last! The keen-eyed will eventually work out that the pics don’t always match the narrative; that’s because when I’m fishing (a) I don’t always have a camera with me, and (b) I’m fishing (duh!) To date, this blog consists of the Fluff Club chronicles, originally only on the Fly Fishing Forum, albeit pasted in large lumps, to which I’ve latterly added small, published pieces. For the future, the FC episodes will continue (usually monthly), also the short stories, when I have both time and the muse, plus the odd editorial or supplement. The stated aim is to help share and spread the love of fly fishing and fly tying, so future posts might include some patterns for various variants and vagaries. Hopefully, you’ll stick with it. Finally, please feel free to comment or to suggest improvements. The people that know about these things (blogs/blogging) suggest regular posts is the way to go - two or three times a week – but creativity is a barrier to that, due to al

(… in which the names of the participants are pseudonyms in an effort to be as inclusive to others as possible, attempting to obtain the widest readership. I will be grateful for any comments the reader cares to make. Thanks). [about trout fishing] “… you don’t have to be very good at it to have a great time doing it. This capacity to be at peace with your mediocrity is high on the list of secrets of happiness. It’s also a sure sign of advanced and diminished ambition, the sum of which frequently passes for wisdom.” Wow, we’ve had some rain this past week; today’s forecast was for yet more showers. Still, there’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes. We splashed down at Chalk Springs to find new huttage and Darren no longer the guv’nor, according to the bespectacled youth who took the spondoolicks. Just the Professor and Whytee to represent the Fluff Club, but Whytee had brought a guest, Dodgy, so the fishery thought there were three from the Guild. Oh, how the m