Thursday, August 20, 2015

Outdoor Retailer 2015 Video Montage

This is a video montage I put together from the week we were in Salt Lake City at Outdoor Retailer. We worked 12-14 hours a day filming, editing, and uploading. It was an amazing experience, and i'm glad I was part of the team. Everything is finished now and can look back on a job well done, and look forward to the adventures ahead.


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Outdoor Retailer 2015 Recap

What an experience. For those that might not know, Adam Hayes (co-owner of yakangler), Chris Funk and myself headed to cover Outdoor Retailer in Salt Lake City the first week of August. Chris and I had never been, so it was an eye opener. We were the official "YakAngler Film Crew". So our job was to film, edit, and upload as many interviews and products we could that pertained to our yakking community. It was a blast. But it was a ton of work. I shared some photos of the trip on facebook, And I figured I needed to put it over here as well. We got back Saturday night and finished everything by Wednesday.

Here's a few from our flight into Salt Lake.



Tuesday was the open air demo. I've never been to one so big. There were more sup's than anything, but it was still an amazing site to see.




Chris taking the Nucanoe Pursuit for a test drive.





Adam had his turn as well in a Frontier.


There was some beautiful scenery there in Utah. Someone needs to ask Chris and Adam about yoga girl. :)

First day at OR was a whirlwind. Shoot edit shoot edit. Run here, run there. We didn't have any down time, so we had to work where ever we could.




There were so many people everywhere. Even eating took forever. Here's Adam at the end of the line. Of course Chris and I chose a shorter line and had some of the most awesome wood fired pizza I have ever eaten while we watched Adam stand there and stare at the ground for 30 minutes.


I tried telling Chris that Root Beer isn't really beer, but i'm pretty sure he caught a buzz on it.


It was an amazing trip. I met so many great folks, and came away with some great friends. Thank you Mark and Adam for asking me to go. It was also great to work along side that 'bama boy Chris. He kept us laughing most the trip. If you get a chance to hang with that guy, do it, he's the real deal and it was a privilege to walk away with both him and Adam as friends.

Here are all the videos we did for OR this year. It's on YakAngler.com's youtube channel. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLhlAQs3YTEowEwlvIr7MlLU6jBmxJcYLE 


Thanks for coming along,
Scott

Unexpected Run to the River

After doing some maintenance work on the site, I realized for some reason this story never published here from a few weeks ago. I had posted on a kayak fishing forum and our Trailing Hook Journal site, but didn't realize it never got posted here. So here it is. :)

Life has become quite overwhelming lately with work, all my side film projects, and getting all my camera gear ready for Outdoor Retailer next week in Utah. Needless to say, I don't have time for much of anything, and it's starting to wear on me. Last night I was feeling that pressure pretty fierce when I started having problems with some camera gear. That's the last thing I need. Then around 9pm I looked up and I noticed my daughter standing in the doorway of the bedroom, just watching me. First thought was, how long was she standing there, and did she overhear the colorful conversation I was having with that stubborn piece of camera gear?
She said, "are you ok?" I quickly replied that yes I was fine and it's nothing a sledge hammer won't fix. She smiled and asked if I was going to be working all day on Tuesday, my day off.
"Yes, unfortunately."
"We should go fishing."
"I wish I could, just too much to do."
"Maybe when things slow down then" she said and walked back into her room.
I sat there thinking about that. When it slows down? When will that be? Never it seems like. I got up and walked in her room and asked, "you wanna go fishin' tomorrow morning?" I received a one word answer..."sure".
It was on. I figured I could get a little filming done, a little fishin' done, and a little relaxin' done. So I started quickly getting things together. I grabbed that piece of...camera gear by its scrawny neck and threw it in the bag as punishment. I think it knew I was serious this time.
We left early this morning and after another 20 minute road construction wait, we finally hit our drop in. I chose the canoe instead of the kayaks knowing we would have a portage around a dam. With my son, no problem, he's an ox and usually helps carry mine when he's done with his. But with her, I knew i'd be doing all that...twice. Once is good for me, so the canoe was chosen.




The wind was a good 15-25mph, but a beautiful morning otherwise. I decided early on that she would fish and I would try and keep the boat where it needed to be. With the wind being a jerk, it was constant paddling just to stay in one spot for a minute or two so she could get a few casts. We worked on technique and was showing her every good spot I could get to.




And the wind keep on going. We got to the dam after about 30 minutes. We got out and just messed around the area for a while. She fished, I filmed, then I grabbed the fly rod and got acquainted with some trees that liked my fly, apparently more than I did.




I do believe she is part fish, so before too long she jumped in to join them. Very typical for her. She would rather be in the water than out.


We played around for a while, then decided we had to head back. I threw a few more flies as the wind finally died down enough I could do it from the canoe.




As we got back to the drop in, I pulled the canoe along side the road so we could unload and go. As I did, it got a little close, and scared some of the creepy crawlys that were hanging around. Including a spider so big, you could have put a saddle on it. I was able to get my daughter's reaction on the gopro right after it jumped into the water. Didn't get the spider, but her face was priceless. I laughed, did a quick heebie jeebie dance, and got her out.


 Today was an awesome day. Yes, I will have a ton of work to do, way into the night and the rest of the week i'm sure, but it was worth it. It's a day that she will remember as well. The day I stopped everything, just to go fishing with my girl. I can only hope for more blessed days like this. And the only way is to stop and realize there are more important things in life that shouldn't have to wait until things slow down. I was once given some very wise parenting advice, "you have a certain number of years that they chase you, then you'll spend the rest of your life chasing them."


Now...if you'll excuse me, i'm gonna go have a little chat with a certain piece of camera gear.

Thanks for coming along,
Scott 

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

A Quick Morning Fly

After two and a half weeks with no days off, I was able to make a short run to the river on Tuesday. I had a very short amount of time to go, but really needed to work on some river film projects i’ve put on the back burner because of my schedule. Funny how that seems to be a common theme with most my posts. “Finally get to go, but only a few hours”, “had a great time, but had to leave quick”. Tuesday was no different.
After dropping my bride off at work, I headed out for the 20 mile trek to my drop in. (my truck is in need of a transmission, so we’re still having to “one car” it right now. If you get an opportunity to experience having one car for an active family of four…don’t.) Anyway, I get 5 miles before my destination and encounter road construction. The kind that involves a pilot car to lead you miles and miles down a one lane highway. 26 minutes later, I arrive at my spot.
Since I needed to focus on getting the shots I needed, I loaded up my pelican cases full of camera gear, my tripod, monopod, and a gopro into my kayak. This wasn’t expected to be a heavy fishing experience, so most of my tackle was left at the house. But being the person I am, there is no way i’m out on the water without some fishing gear. I brought a 6wt, 8wt, a big fly box, and I still felt a little naked.


After dropping in and paddling a ways, I just couldn’t pass up some of those spots, and started throwing some flies. I’m not sure what I was thinking. Tons of low tree limbs lining the banks, dense underwater structure, in a kayak, with the wind blowing. I was headed for disaster, or at least a tree decorating party, but I didn’t care. Then I noticed something weird was going on. Cast after cast they were hitting their mark. There were even a few,”no way, how did that not get hung up?” moments. Being blessed by the sacred fly angels is not something I take lightly, so I decided to leave my olive wooly bugger on and keep fishing it.  I caught a ton of sunfish. So many in fact, I could probably stock a four mile trotline with bait. But there were about 3 that were the kind I like. The kind you can stick a thumb in their mouth to get the hook out. There are some healthy fish in these waters.


I had one really nice fight with a very big bellied Warmouth. This is only the second one i’ve caught on this river and the first on the fly. It was a gorgeous fish with beautiful markings.



It was nice to be the only one out that morning. It was quiet and relaxing, even though I had a lot of work to do while I was out there. It seems everywhere I looked there was something moving about. Yes, a few snakes too, but they were the kind I don’t mind coming up and saying hello.

Here was a nice pattern I like to use this time of year. Bass love them too.


 It’s amazing how much work it takes to get to those awesome fishing spots. Unless you own the land, or know someone who does, it’s drop in and start paddling. In, out, push, pull, fall, cuss. I love it. Getting to those hard to reach spots, and throwing a fly to a fish that has never had one presented to it before…. now that’s livin’ right there.


It’s one of the only places i’m not bombarded by politics, government, money issues, work, truck problems, or just the stresses of the daily grind.  It’s my safe zone. So with all those other things out there waiting on my return, those snakes don’t seem like such a bad companion anymore.


Thanks for coming along,
Scott