Discussion in 'Fly Fishing Forum' started by Trustfunder, Jan 19, 2014.
I don't want to see those old style waders come back. They weren't all that easy to walk in.
Ah but Grasshopper, the lesson is to be learned.
One should avoid walking in waders.
When wearing waders, one should either sit at table and drink or eat, or stand in one spot to fish the run.
I used to walk into Ebey Lake in the old rubber waders and later hiked into some of our Grant County sand dune lakes wearing 5 mil neoprenes. I switched to breathables last year and enjoyed it.
The gore tex waders are much more comfortable, but I still like my 3 mil neoprenes for float tube work.
i prefer the flat brim hat, puffy jacket fashion competition on the river much more.
Well said, Sir
You haven't lived until you wore those damn rubber chest waders. The ones that weighted in at about 50 lbs. At least they felt that heavy.
I agree with you, there is nothing like wearing a pair of those old canvas with rubber laminated between the canvas plies waders. You sweated to death in the summer until you got in the water, then your legs got wet from the perspiration. And in winter, you had to layer up with wool to keep from freezing. Plus, they were so flexible, going over a log was a cinch, as long as you could sit down on top of the log to do so. Yep, those were the days.
Of course, the lighter weight all latex rubber stocking foot waders were OK in summer/early fall, but man they were the coldest things in winter/spring.
I suggest that everyone here read "Trout Madness" by Robert Traver. He writes like he could be related to my awesome grandmother. My grandfather was a serious fisherman from Livingston, MT. He would use bait, spoons, and he would tie his own flies. He was also a brake man for the Northern Pacific, which was a very dangerous job, requiring him to hop from car to car, engaging the train's brakes.
Before his death in 1957, he taught grandma how to fish worms on the Yellowstone. My grandmother taught their three girls to fish. She was a widowed, hard-working mother, and they used worms. So fly fishing skipped a generation, and the grandfather I never met has inspired me to get as much out of fishing in this short life as I can. This is why I choose to fly fish exclusively, with knowledge that it really is just one way to fish.
I still got a pair hanging in the garage, Just as a reminder to the days when steelhead were plentyfull
Love this thread and learning that I'm among a good number of old farts.
Love what Mark said. Young fishermen of today know way more that us old farts. After 46 years of tying & fishin' you might just think that someone somewhere along the way would want to know.
my sage method will be more red than your sage method