I just recently finished my latest piece of a Tarpon, “Silver and Green.” It is the pinnacle of any fish pieces I have dine thus far. Really, with every painting I try to get better…if not, whats the point. Of most of the fish I have painted like this, scales have never been much of a factor, having usually just hinted at the scales…suggested them. With this painting, that wouldn’t work, it was time to do the real deal, and I am happy with it. Being that painting is such a free flowing activity, it is so hard to combine the geometric shapes and patterns into the piece without it looking so hard edged and structured. I tried to keep it simple and not over-do it. If you look closely, towards then end I had to re-do the scale pattern, it just wasn’t looking right. Next, its time to study the Redfish a little closer.
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2014 – Year of the Everglades Special
“2014 – Year of The Everglades Special” – Middle Keys
In this quest of using only one fly all year, I have hit a couple road blocks. The Permit quest fell short…but strong until the end of the 4th day and also when I was just in the Bahia Honda Channel during a “Worm Hatch”
The weather was crappy, very crappy. Starting at 6 am everyday, the wind was already at its peak at about 15-18, clouds and sporadic rain. Usually having just 2 of these factors wipes out most chances of good consistent fishing. But when you don’t live there, you have to fish, thats what you came there for. So, the first day we had the best conditions and provided us with as a group of 6 with the most typical fishing shots for Tarpon. The first morning I was with Tre Miller and out guide Joel Dickey. We launched from the ramp and headed to the backcountry, looking for rollers. We saw one as we got to the target zone…like a ghost it was gone. Looked aimlessly for 10-15 minutes for fish until the birds gave it away, the shrimp hatch…and the fish that it seems to attract. It wasn’t long until Tre had a great fish on, and we were entranced by it’s acrobatic abilities. The things these fish do will never get old. Their moves in the air and the sounds they make will attract me for life, what an amazing fish. We leadered it a couple times, for it was stubborn and finally wore out the leader before we could get a good shot in the shallows. 
Keys, Tarpon trip
The Fishy Wishy
A silly lil ditty
Permit as Progressed
Guitars, Cadillacs and sharpie paint pens
For some area CCA banquets.
I was informed this one is already out there on the Craigslist market…pretty funny.
Still rockin…the Old 97s, from Dallas, Tayhas
The Inspection – 12×16 – oil
Image
Does not get old…
So, when I was a little kiddo, both of Grandads would would take me fishing. One of them was in to it a little more than the other. The other one was a little broader in his interests. One did nothing but fish the other one would dress in his best weekend cowboy clothes, go to the mall then come home and work on his cars and other projects. “Papa” would either be on the water or be home watching fishing shows or looking at fishing magazines. I’m now daydreaming of my grandad shuffling through Fly Rod and Reel magazine at a 45 degree pitch in his easy chair and stumbling upon my article, I know he would be very proud, so would “PawPaw” cowboy.
It’s a huge honor to be in any magazine really, but the one that has been around for what seems like forever is Fly Rod and Reel. To some maybe its no big deal, but seeing your work in a nationally printed magazine does not get old and never will…thank you FRR and Bob White…I mean to be interviewed by Bob White,doesn’t get any better.
Country Sucks
So, I got a little wine in me and watched the Country Music Whatever Awards and got on Facebook and vented..whether thats good or not, who knows:
“What would Waylon do? Seriously??? These jokers make millions off rock and roll music that would “suck”, but does suck if it wasn’t called country….if you come up with song that mentions a truck, a dirt road, a beer can, pasture, tailgate, country girl, her boots and a whiskey jar, you’re golden…its such a ridiculous formula that makes saying country music a bad word….awful. Sucks because there are so many good song writers in Nashville that don’t get recorded because of this crap ass roadblock of nashville garbage.”
Then I wrote my own little country music formula flyfishing song….would totally be a hit in the flyfishing category in country.
Its a cool mountain morning
and the sun is coming up
draggin my highside clacka
on the back a my truck
churning up the dirt on the
riverside backroad
my hippy mountain girl
is gonna row don’t ya know
been locked in the cabin
all damn winter long
gotta take the edge off
taken rips from the bong
My mountain girl is wet wading
in the river
the way she cast makes
me wanna shake and quiver
Chorus
Baby, Lets us go…. down the river
Fly fishing all day long, we’ll be together
Drinking beers and whiskey ….in my drift boat
Darling its about time we did a…. flooooaoaaaat
Catchin trout all day long
on a dry/fly dropper
wishing it was fall
when we could throw a hopper
Sippin on the whiskey
sipping from a flask
having trouble tying knots
like a dumbass
thrown nine foot leaders
from a nine foot 5
knee deep in the water
now I feel alive
chorus














































