Sack Attack

Two days in a row! Vintage Brooks wash and wear poplin suit. It might have belonged to my late father, I can't remember. And vintage BB tie.

Plus recent Footjoys, from their final spasm of production, and a non-iron modern BB shirt.

BB socks too, now that I think about it.

Meat

Watched a guy in flip-flops and cargo shorts catch and kill a really nice wild rainbow with salted minnows on the Esopus a couple weeks ago. I give him credit — not easy fishing live bait in a fast-moving freestone river, and he got wet, which most baitslingers will not do. 

"That's going on the grill," he said as he clubbed it to death with a rock. OK. He's a meat fisherman and doesn't pretend to be anything else.

I took this very nice brown from the same pool as Uncle Meat about 30 minutes later. I was using a #10 Joe's Hopper for laughs and a #12 March Brown nymph with some weight on a three-foot dropper. 

I tried to get my boot in there for size comparison purposes, but it still looks smaller than it does in my mind.

Managed to get myself a little dose of Lyme disease. Caught it early so the Lyme part is done; the Doxycycline Shuffle is another thing entirely.

Slacking on Sacking

This spring and summer, for whatever reason, I just can't be bothered to get dressed. It's an extended lazy streak not helped by some exceptionally good fishing, a lot of exceptionally tedious local political stories to write, and a nice dose of Lyme disease.

These pix aren't very good, but you get the idea. I snapped out of it the other day, and ventured forth in a mix of new and vintage: BB sack jacket, probably 20 years old, and Bar Harbor (Wolverine) loafers, at least 20 years old. I found these unworn in the box at a thrift shop for a lordly $20.

The Lands End pinpoint shirt, the LL Bean poplins, and the Beau Tie are all recent offerings.