Author: Chris Hansen

A Product Whose Time has Come?

I had this emailed to me the other day, Sounds like these guys have done their homework–I think they’re on to something.   November 23, 2015 From the offices of Specialty Products International, Latrobe, Pennsylvania For Immediate Release: At last a truly new and unique product for the fly fishing community, and we are extending an offer to be a part of it. Our passion for fly fishing is like a flame that cannot be extinguished—in fact it grows larger each day, no matter the weather, no matter what is happening in our personal lives, there just isn’t anything as important to us as fly fishing. And since we are already established in the business world as masters of manufacturing and procuring unique, high quality goods, it is only natural that we expand our expertise into the world of fly fishing. Our organization, Specialty Products International, has dedicated a considerable amount of research to this, and after many days of research, interviews, and focus groups we have settled on a product that is a long time in coming. Obviously, we are active in all the forms of social media—Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and countless message boards. One thing we have noticed is that there seems to be something that fly fishermen love more than getting pictures of their fish–it is getting pictures of themselves with the cork grip of their...

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Bullheads

When I set the hook, I knew right away that this was no bluegill, and not a crappie either. The rest of the family was bobber fishing, and I was pitching a small tube jig to the edge of some green milfoil, a proven approach on this favorite panfish lake. A session here usually ends with at least a dozen nice sized panfish swimming in the livewell, and we usually find a pike to join them—just right for a fish fry. And a pike is just what I figured this was, at least at first, and I hoped I could get him in the boat before he claimed my jig as his own. Savannah looked away from her bobber to say, “Is it a northern, Daddy?” I was about to affirm, but something wasn’t quite right. A pike, even a small one, moves fast. This thing was fighting deep and slow. I took it easy, as I at least wanted a look at whatever it was. I said “I don’t think it’s a northern—it’s fighting like a…walleye? Or maybe it’s a…” and then it showed itself, and I chuckled as a big bullhead came to the surface. Despite all the panfishing we do, I couldn’t remember us landing one of these before. I showed the girls how to hold one to avoid the fins, and they both wanted to...

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Smallmouth Bass, Fairy Stones, and Treasure City

Most of the time if I go camping it is because of necessity, not just because camping is so much damn fun.  I may camp out because there just happens to be a campsite where I’m fishing, or maybe I spent too much money on tackle and can’t come up with the funds for a cheap motel.  Or maybe a little of both.  The fact that I’ve spent the last few months selling my girls on a camping trip tells me that I must like it at least a little bit. Like most parents, I want my kids to...

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Muskie on a Fly? Totally Doable. Right in your backyard.

You want to catch a muskie on a fly?  No one said it was going to be easy.  Or did they?  Be sure that I didn’t.  You want to catch a lot of fish?– I suggest a trip to one of our fine local spring creeks, this time of year the hatches will keep the trout feeding and your four weight bent all day.  Or consider a foray for panfish in one of the thousand lakes within a couple of hours of the Twin Cities—if you tried you could get into triple digit numbers in a half day of...

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Since I’m a Guide…I Think I’ll Just Guide Myself!

  “PLOP” I watched one of my last jigs disappear into the swirling green water I was standing in.  It had slipped through my shaking fingers when I was retying after releasing the biggest snook I had ever caught.  I should have been mad, but I just chuckled and barely even considered trying to recover it out of the thigh-deep water.  Still thinking about the big snook, I pulled my jig box out of my pack and selected a similar model, and my fingers were still trembling a bit as I knotted it onto what was left of my...

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