Suck My Book Review…
No sport or game has had as long, and as extensive, a literature history as has flyfishing and its companion craft flytying. Most books are stuffy with the
tweeder ”traditionalist” approach. Meaning, feathers you can’t even import or export since most of the damn birds are extinct or on the endangered list. (Step #4 Palmer forward a stout feather of Passenger Pidgeon or substitute with DoDo Bird) Moreover, they tie delicate little size #32 fully grilled dressed Atlantic Salmon with lemon-pepper flakes Fly that you have to learn 130 steps to tie and take you 16 days to tie just one fly.
[insert dripping sarcasm here:] This large body of written and visual material creates one of the greatest joys to members of the brotherhood of thee angle. Meh. Suck on my Book Review, stains.
That body of work is one that every fucking purist and doosh-tasic
fly fisherman tweeder should indulge in.
Not us dirtbaggers… Dammit!
This is the fucking book you need to embrace:
O Fuck yeah. This shit is RIGHT up my alley. Jay “Fishy” Fullum is a Dirtbags Dirtbag! The MacGuyver of Flytying if you will. If you are a “natural materials traditionalist” you may have a wee bit of a psychological barrier to overcome. Ok. Let’s face it, shall we? If you’re a fucking tweeder, purist, snobby, assbag fly-tyer… Well, this book ain’t fer your steaming naked eyeballs. Aw, hell-NO! After all, using an electric pencil sharpener on a bit of balsa wood to make a popper body, or to cut a piece of needlepoint plastic canvas to create a stonefly, or “gasp” using beads from a craft store instead of the WhOrvi$ shop would probably chap your ass for 5 years, wouldn’t it?
This slim volume provides the swarthy dirtbagger with a shit-ton of information, effective materials and techniques for tying a larger variety of effective fishing flies from just simply from going to your local dollar store, craft store, or Wal-Mart (cuz you gotta buy hooks, right?) I’m telling ya, every chapter is jammed full of trick, tips, and techniques that will have you going; “Holy Shit, dude… that is fucking genius… Genius!” With a retail price of under $15.00, I suggest you run out and buy two of them. I guarantee you will wear this book out, or spill a whole jar of lacquer on it (yep, I did). Bottom line: This book NEEDS to be on your bench.