A Quiet Thanksgiving

We had a quiet Thanksgiving. I was home for a change. Marylynn got the bird in the oven early and the sides were all ready to go. We took the downtime and went for a short walk. We have a trail that starts a couple of 100 yards up the street from our house. It runs for about half a mile along the East Branch of the Saco river. It was a beautiful New England day. Of course, I looked for where the Brookies might be hiding.

Where the heck can I find that?

I was tying flies tonight and as I looked through some pattern recipes I thought of a pattern that I learned From Michael McAuliffe. Michael had taught a fly-tying class at Ramsey Outdoor when I worked there. It is a Bob Jacklin streamer pattern called the “South Branch creek Chub”. This fly was designed to fish the South Branch of the Raritan river. This was the river I considered my home water when I lived in New Jersey. This fly was a killer on the Ammonoosuc River here in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. I had the two that I tied in class. I found three more that a non-fly fishing co-worker had given to me many years ago.

So I look up the recipe for the pattern and it calls for barred teal with black and white Monga tail underwing. Where the heck can I find that?
I search normal fly-tying outlets and none listed Monga tail. I do a google search and find that Monga tail is from an animal called a Ring Tail Cat. I raccoon-like animal found in the southwest US and Mexico. I get a few hits of tails for sale. One on eBay is listed as out of stock and then another on Etsy, but that is for key chains at a high price, and only two are left. At this point Im a little discouraged. I walk away thinking that I will have to substitute Monga with a black and white bucktail. The bucktail is not nearly as soft as the Monga, but it will have to do.
I decided to buy the key chains. They stated that they are in short supply. They are terribly overpriced, but I’m going to bite the bullet before I can not get any. I sit down at the computer and enter the exact same search. Bam! I hit the motherload. The first listing is for a page that sells nothing but animal pelts. They appear to have an unlimited supply at a reasonable price. I should have a good supply of “South Branch Creek Chubs tied up for springtime.

Working on wings

I found that the ticket to catching wild trout here in the White Mountains floating attractor dry flies in every place that can hold a fish. I had multiple double-digit days. My go-to fly was a “Royal Wulff” in size 14. Why? Because I had a bunch in my box. Probably a gift for somebody or they came free with something else I bought. I know I didn’t tie them. I was sitting at my tying desk thinking about what I was going to tie. I have not been very skilled at calf hair wings and I have not tied many flies with a banded body as found in the Royal family of fly patterns. I like to put a spin on things So I decided to tie the “Patriot” a pattern originated by Charlie Meck from Pennsylvania. It uses the same skill as a Royal Wulff. I like that it is highly visible on the water even in choppy broken water. It’s a little rough, but I did okay on the wings the most difficult part for me.
Practice makes perfect. After I tie a couple of dozen of these it will be my go-to fly next season.

Leaf Peeping, I’m still a tourist at heart.

Marylynn and I took a drive over the Kancamagus Highway this morning to see the changing leaves. Yes, we are still tourists at heart.

We did lunch at the Gypsy Cafe in Lincoln. Then up Route 3 through the Franconia Notch.

The color was really vivid above the Notches. At 1000′ more elevation the color is about a week ahead of home. The clouds were phenomenal.

We made a complete circle and came down route 16 into Jackson. stopped and walk around the Ellis River.

We stopped at Ledge Brewing Company at the end of our street and picked up a grower of local beer.

Flannel Friday

Today was the first day I felt the need to wear flannel; it is Friday. So it must be “Flannel Friday”

American hops combine with subtle notes of caramel and roast in this seasonal Amber Ale. Teetering somewhere between a Brown Ale and a Red IPA but balanced and easy-drinking, Flannel Friday is our tribute to fall in New England. The sun is bright but the air is crisp—its time to layer up and crack a beer.

The new wood stove is cranking, so it is warm inside, but there is a nip in the air outside. This is one of my favorite beers. Makes me feel warm and comfortable just like an old flannel shirt. To the people that have not been brainwashed by the IPA crowd give it a try.