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Death of a Guide

Wednesday, December 9th, 2009

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A frightening trend has reared its head among the ranks of Colorado fly-fishing guides. “Real Jobs”. I can find one example of this within the first 3 contacts in my cell phone and probably another every 3 after that. I am not sure what started this trend, maybe it was the bad economy. But it’s sad and it has to stop. Guiding has more recently become a lifestyle job, with all the pro deals, shows, free schwag, fame, and glory. Why anybody would want to leave a life of no money and fishing for a life of suits, a koosh bank account, and Starbucks is beyond me. Yet more and more guides are trading in their waders for a Kenneth Cole pinstripe. My opinion is this, these guys are getting older and are starting to worry about their future. Fret not my compadres, here is your solution. STOP WORRYING! Go get a Pabst out of your otherwise empty fridge, dump your harpy girlfriend, and keep fishing. I know, I know. Sounds difficult. But, below I will outline an exit strategy for you. Just in case you too were thinking about getting a real job.
First of all, the drinking. This is very important in the life and times of a fly fishing guide. This is the only thing that keeps us sane after a day of telling some douchebag he needs to mend all day. Keep this up, 10-12 beers a night minimum is needed. What ever you do, don’t start drinking Comos and Martinis. This not only makes you a queer, it is also the first sign of becoming a douchy suit who fishes on the weekend, you deserve to get teabagged. I can’t stress this enough, just because you used to guide doesn’t mean you can’t become on of those guys with the Mercedes SUV and a box full of midges. So, in closing on this issue, drink heavily my friends.

Numero Dos. That annoying parakeet you call your girlfriend. “You don’t make enough money”, “Your friends are alcoholics”, “You just went fishing yesterday”, “We cant afford a seven thousand dollar raft”, “Another fly rod?”. All of these statements have rolled out of her good-for-one-thing lips in one form or another. Do you really need to hear that? Shes working a 9-5 at some real estate firm, and you guide. Shes pissed at you for doing what you love. If she could shop for shoes and get paid everything would be fine. You are happy, shes miserable. That’s not okay in her eyes. She wants you to be as miserable as she is. Here’s what you do. Don’t do anything crazy like lighting her car on fire and tell her “I fish when I want you whore”. Simply tell her its not working out and ask her for her hot best friends number. This will surely enrage her. And who knows, maybe she’ll be so pissed she say something like….”You want her number you asshole, here it is!!!!” Have a pen ready at this point. Problem solved. Now go to the nearest bar and take home the cougar who really wants to learn how to fly fish. Done. (I am an expert on this, Cougars first, then flyfishing).

And last but not least…..KEEP FISHING!!!!! One thing I see all too many guides doing is just guiding and not fishing for themselves. This makes you forget why you started guiding in the first place. I recommend an extended vacation within your home waters. AND…. a trip to the tropics. This will invigorate your fly-fishing desire, and send you back into that on-fire state you experienced when you first started. A plea to guides all across the country…..GO FISHING!!!!!!!

There it is. I hope this helps you in your quest to become succesfull and affluent. So forget all that, and keep fighting the good fight. Your sanity is worth more than $100K a year and a company car. And if I see you on the water, pulling up in your Mercedes, wearing a tweed jacket, don’t be surprised if I mercilessly ridicule you, kick your ass, and take your mom out for a seafood dinner.

Your Saviour,
Tommy “Tits” Teabag Teasdale

P.S. We still think you’re cool Tim.

Confessions of a Fly Shop Manager

Sunday, September 20th, 2009

A jaded fly shop employees final requests to customers

A farewell from Cletus the banjo player

As I prepare for my departure from the fly shop manager life of riches, fame, and glory, I’d like to get something off my chest. Its a small list of requests, suggestions, rants and facts directed towards the every day fly shop customer. New and old, rich and poor.

1. Under no circumstances enter the shop and let the first words that roll out of your obviously silly grill be, “So whats hot”. Stop and realize what an open ended statement that is. Try saying, “Hey I’m not as awesome as you, and therefore know nothing, I promise tidings of beer and my hot sister if you teach me your ways”. Watch what happens then you [REDACTED] [REDACTED].

2. Don’t complain about the price of flourocarbon, it makes you look like you don’t know what you’re talking about.

3. If you rip your brand new Cloudveil waders on a piece of barb wire its not my [REDACTED] fault.

4. I really don’t want to hear about the 20 fish between 12 and 18 inches you caught on the Arkansas last weekend. I’d honestly rather chew glass than listen about all the small fish you and your buddy caught “on the dry”, “it was epic bro”, [REDACTED] gag me.

5. Just because you know some guy who guides for some shop I’ve never heard of doesn’t mean you get the “bro hook-up”.

6. No matter how many fish you catch, it doesn’t make you any less of a douche for wearing that bright orange Simms vest.

7. Wet fly is no longer an acceptable description of a nymph. Period.

8. If you are going tarpon fishing but don’t want to spend “a lot of money” on gear…….don’t go tarpon fishing.

9. Step into the 21st century folks! We have better fly patterns than the Orange Asher and the Royal Coachman nowadays. Buy a [REDACTED] extended body Beatis that flaps its own wings with the help of a microchip and nano-motors. Geez.

10. And finally, people please, PLEASE!!!!!!! Replace your fly lines more than once every 5 years. Most of us replace it yearly, hell, I replace mine quarterly. The reason your line doesn’t float, is because you have been stepping on it for a year and never cleaned it. Its not the line company’s fault. And it sure as hell isn’t mine. Its yours.

There it is. Lets work towards nirvana in fly shop employee-fly shop customer interactions. I leave this list in hopes that it will one day help the brothers working the long hours listen to people bitch about something they know nothing about. And here’s to humidity, sand, gators, and redfish. I’m out with no more time left for lip service.

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Cletus

Derrrrr, ner nerrrrr nerrrrrrr, ner ner ner ner, a dink a der ner ner ner nerrrrr nerrrrrrr

Primalfly competing in CARP SLAM

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

As discussed earlier this week, all us Primalfly bitches are excited to compete in the 2009 Carp Slam tournament held this Saturday, on the Platte River(Our Glory Hole), in Denver Colorado. Our favorite place to fish, and favorite species to target-SWEET! The weather looks accommodating, the flows (136CFS) are pretty good, and ultimately this is all for a good cause-river clean up, and restoration.

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Competing from our crew will be-Teasdale, Snyder, Butters Luna, and the voice of reason…Michael Gracie.

Mission Timelines are as follows:
*Friday-1400 Extraction of Fat Guy Alex at DIA
*Friday-1700-Strategy meeting and cocktails at the Primalfly compound
*Friday-1800-Carp Slam Captains meeting at Fuel Cafe, Consumption of alchoholic beverages, possible trout bum bashing
*Friday-1900 Gather recruits from Fuel site (against their better judgement) for jump to Downtown area for mass pillaging and drunken disorderly conduct
*Friday-1930-Saturday 0200-CLASSIFIED
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*Saturday-O Dark Thirty-Bloody Mary’s at Primalfly compound
*Saturday-0700-Breakfast at Carp Slam/Weather storm from night before
*Saturday-0830-Competition starts,…Time to wreck shit up!
*Saturday-1800-After Party at Fuel Cafe-Music provided by Broken Holmes (Snyder’s Band)

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We will be sure to update you on all the fly fishing debauchery! Bitches.

P.S. Many thanks to Tim FISHMAN Emery, for hustlin to make this happen. “Fish Pimp”.

Superheroes do exist!

Wednesday, June 10th, 2009

We have dedicated this post to our very own caped crusader, finance geek, technology guru, and less than masterly fly fishing brother-Michael Gracie. It takes a big set of cahones to show up at an extremely dry, intensely conformist fly fishing event unveiling the true identity of what fly fishing has been missing for it’s entire existence. This dudes very “being” desecrates every fragile, and pretentious fiber that binds the blase’ history of fly fishing together and we think it’s way cool FUCKING LOVE IT!. Who said fly fishing wasn’t fun and its time we hooligans open the kimono and show the peeps what time it is-You dig!

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We thought of calling him Orgasmo but it was already taken. Please respond with what you think this superhero’s name should be. The winner will receive some Primalfly schwag and a free *trout snob bashing trip to a river of your choice. (insert Shaft theme here)

* Trout-Snob bashing must be within 150 Miles of Denver
* Airfare not included
* Accommodations provided at the Primalfly Compound

Dallas got Game!

Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009

The man with football in hands in none other than Texas Carp Stalker Joel Hays. This is a guy who knows his shit when it comes to landing big spooky buffalo in the end zone. Joel runs a guiding service out of Dallas, Fort Worth area and can be found tip toeing through the shallows at Ray Roberts Lake stalking the elusive Buffalo. If you’re in the area and need to stick some smelly, reach out to Joel for some good times and tight lines. Check out the pic below…Fine work from brother Joel.

Dude, keep the margaritas cold…I’m coming soon!

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103 in a 65

Monday, April 27th, 2009

I was raised fairly straight laced and I always considered myself easy to please when it came to food, females, firearms and felonies etc. On any given day, we Brownliners deal with a usual amount of abuse from various entities, such as territorial bums on the river, Golf Course grounds keepers, and other private land owners who’s water we poach.

I decided to change pace a few weeks back and take the bitches to the Taylor River, somewhere BFE Colorado. The Taylor spawns some good size breeders gorging on mysis shrimp most of the year. I have a buddy nick who is always slaying huge fish on this tailwater and always sending me great porn. We decide to give it a shot-

Left my crib at 4AM, hungover and loaded in the Tundra with 3 other smelly flatulent bastards.(Should have put them in the back). Made our way through Southpark and got reemed by the long dick of the law…See Below.

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6 points later…

We make our way through a bunch of small towns and up some Canyon and finally get to the river, and its damn cold.

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We did manage to land some nice fish and It was a beautiful place. At the end of the day I have to put all these things in context…

1. At 4 am in the morning I’m worthless
2. Speeding tickets suck, and my ass is sore, thanks Johnny Law
3. Fishing in 9 degrees is bullshit!, I’m happy to accept the wussy tag here
4. 500+ Miles is a long ass way to catch big trout
5. Long rides confided to the inside of the truck with 3 stinky dudes, not cool

I think I’m gonna stay close to the neighborhood for a while and keep a low brow. I”ve also purchased some chones for the boys, and had my truck sanitized for safe future use. Below are a few more pics, you can see what Tom TBOMB/Destroyer/Teasdale thought of the day.

Yo Dude, Is that an acorn smashed between 2 chesnuts? Put that thing away!

Yo Dude, Is that an acorn smashed between 2 chesnuts? Put that thing away!

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Stay tuned for more hard truth!