I just wanted to update folks on the new “Fly Fish TV with Kelly Galloup” Subscription Series that is now available for streaming and downloading. They are one hour episodes and I have edited three of the six that you get in the package for just $30 through Kelly’s Slide Inn website. All six should be available in about a month and a half so you can binge on Galloup to your hearts content, if you have that kind of endurance.
Had my doubts if we could add enough value into the productions to make them worthwhile for subscribers, but now that I am well into making them I am pretty sure even the hard core fly angler can get their money’s worth out of the package. Kelly and his crusty angling companions are providing plenty of tips and demonstrations so that even the experienced fly fisher can find some gems of wisdom that might improve their catch. An if you haven’t bought the Fly Fish TV “How To” Video “High Sticking and Reading Water” you won’t have to, since six significant parts of it are included in the series.
It has been a very liberating experience for me, doing hours for the web instead of twenty-two minute shows for TV. I am now able to let Kelly and his cast of characters fully explain what they’re up to and let the angling adventures play out completely. I am free to do what it is that I like most, which is to just make instructional and entertaining fishing adventures to my heart’s content. And since Kelly’s “K G Ventures” is the actual producer (double-speak for paying the bills) I don’t have to fret about networks, advertisers, and a myriad of details that often sapped some of the energy I would have otherwise put into the editing process.
I will give you some of my insights on the three shows I have edited so far.
Fly Fish TV with Kelly Galloup - 6 Episodes from Kelly Galloup on Vimeo.
“Streamer Wading” was shot in Kelly’s back yard on the Madison River and Johnny McClure of the Slide Inn is our guide. Since we had been accused of doing too much of Kelly’s stuff from a boat this was a strictly wading adventure. After completion Kelly and I are both pretty sure it is a better job of explaining some wade fishing techniques than we did in either “Streamer Fishing for Trophy Trout” or the advanced version. A lot here on how to approach and fish a variety of runs with streamers.
“Henry’s Fork Hatch” is a spring salmon fly adventure with guide Doug Pauline. Doug is as lose a cannon as Kelly and these angling buddies do their best to explain this famed hatch, and show you how to chase the bugs and bows that eat them. It is an exciting adventure on one of the wilder and more scenic sections of the Henry’s Fork, and you get plenty of close up looks at these giant bugs and the flies that imitate them.
“Hardly, Strictly Musky” profiles an annual Tennessee tournament that gathers a Southern crowd of musky fly fishing addicts. Guide Charlie Gordon teams with Kelly in the competition, and together they do a great job of demonstrating angling techniques. It will give you a good grasp of the skills you need to master if you are going to give this demanding species a try.
Still to be edited are streamer fishing episodes on The Blackfoot and Missouri Rivers, and a lake fishing show on Mission Lake outside of Glacier National Park in Montana. I’ll update you on those when I see what I can make from the footage already in the can. I encourage you to take Kelly up on this first subscription offer of Fly Fish TV, partly because I think you will enjoy it and partly because I want it to work so we can shoot some more episodes this year.
Regards, Gene
The Right Angles Fly Fishing Blog
The ramblings of an “outdoor video guy”, namely Gene Hering, the producer at Fly Fish TV, who has spent way too much time watching other people fish, and who believes this has somehow taught him a thing or two about angling.
Friday, March 11, 2016
Now in Production - Cold Water Spey Tactics
I have hooked up with friend and expert spey guide and angler Rob Crandall of Watertime Outfitters to work on a new spey cold water steelhead fishing video. We have been shooting hard on a number of great Northwest Rivers with some great Northwest guides. We already have more than I possibly could fit in one video and are still shooting so I am going to have to update you further when the exact content and plan come into focus. I do know by the time we get done we will have more detailed tips and demonstrations of how to get a swung fly deep than one might ever need. But so it goes.
Some of you may recognize Rob as we fished with him in this episode of Fly Fish TV-
Some of you may recognize Rob as we fished with him in this episode of Fly Fish TV-
Friday, June 12, 2015
Another FLY FISH TV EPISODE Posted to YouTube
“Bass
Blow Up” is now public on YouTube at FLYFISHTV for any interested in
past episodes. We have been trying to
get a new show from our archives up every month, and this one should be just in
time for you to learn a few tricks for catching bass on a fly.
The
show was shot on Beaver Lake in Arkansas and features host Kelly Galloup and
guide Brad Wiegmann fishing for bass. It
is a faceoff between a gear and fly guy who share some of their knowledge on
how to catch bass. Also in the program Davy Wotton has a tying segment with
techniques for dubbing hair-fur extracted from our “Wet Fly Tying” video, and
Kelly returns with tips on retrieving articulated streamers in rivers.
Other
episodes already posted on our public YouTube Channel, FlyFishTV, are:
Behemoth Bows … An Alaskan rainbow
adventure demonstrating bead tactics.
Big Mac Browns … Fishing fall
browns on the Nantahala River in North Carolina.
Steelhead Swing … Steelhead fishing
on Oregon’s Deschutes River.
Coastal Silvers … Fishing fall Silver Salmon on Alaska Stream
with lots of bears.
Hopping Along … The Beaverhead
River in Montana is the setting for fall browns.
NEW EPISODES of FLY
FISH TV with Kelly Galloup are in Production
Here
are some stills from a new episode of
Fly Fish TV shot at “Hardly, Strictly Musky tournament in McMinnville,
Tennessee at the beginning of May. Kelly
is going to start up the show again as a subscription series on his website, Slideinn, starting sometime this
fall. Center photo shows what happens to
your nose if you make a very bad cast with a big musky fly. Gene is just back
from two more shoots in the Mountain West.
He
says they captured some great action fishing salmon flies on the Henry’s fork,
and landed some really nice browns and bull trout on the infamous Blackfoot
River.
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Fly Fish TV on Vimeo - Streaming Fly Fishing Videos
Many of the Fly Fish TV top selling videos
are now available for streaming and downloading on the Vimeo platform. The latest to be posted are “Spey FishingSteelhead” and “Advanced Spey” with John and Amy Hazel. For about half the price of a DVD you can now
stream them for life or download them, and for a third of the price you can
watch them for a week.
Just go toFlyFishTV.com and look for videos with trailers that have the streaming icons above them and the Vimeo logo over the trailer window. You can also reach all the “On Demand” videos
available at the Vimeo site by visiting the Cascade Media Works page.
Nearly all or our Kelly Galloup and DavyWotton titles are now posted and ready to be viewed on your device of choice. Soon our complete collection of over thirty instructional fly fishing videos will be “On Demand”. We have discovered that Vimeo is a great partner and we hope you will use the service. They allow us to upload really good quality video and provide it to you at very reasonable rates.
Because of the dramatic change in the way videos
are now being seen and distributed we haven’t recently created any new titles,
but now that we have settled on a reliable system we hope to have a few new
productions out soon. I have been trying
to get Kelly Galloup to work on a nymphing for steelhead production, which I
think a lot of folks could use and enjoy.
So far no luck getting Kelly to buy in but I am sure if you’re
interested and bug him through the Slide Inn website he might just do it. Davy
Wotton, our other top-selling host, has expressed interest in making an
advanced wet fly fishing title. We are
not sure if you want even deeper lessons on the subject than those demonstrated
in his fantastic video “Wet Fly Ways”. If you do just let us know and if there
is enough interest we will cut Davy loose for an even deeper look at this
angling art he is the undisputed master of.
Cascade Media Works, in order to keep the
doors open, has made a couple of new videos this past year under its’ new label
called AnglerFish Productions. These are
gear-fishing videos specific to the Northwest, and since the folks we used to
make such videos for are no longer doing them we decided to do them ourselves. Our most popular of these is “Bobber DogginBaits & Beads” with Josia Darr and Mike Kelly. Even the DVDs have flown off the shelves this
winter, along with steady streaming and downloading orders. We hope this spring will be good for “KokaneeTrolling” with Gary Miralles, our first production under the AnglerFish label.
If you happen to be a spey angler check out
the trailers on the John & Amy Hazel videos. Their “Introduction to Spey Casting” is
considered a standard for those just getting started; it breaks down in detail
the ten basic casts and provides great demonstrations on how to master
them. “Spey Fishing Steelhead” is hosted
by John alone, and he shares with you the knowledge only a true pioneer of spey
fishing in the United States can have.
In “Advanced Spey” the specifics of how to cast and configure shooting
heads and Skagit belly fly lines are examined closely. It also shows how these lines and the newer
“Switch Rods” have changed the sport.
In any event I have made a resolution to do a
better job of participating on social media this year (Visit us on Facebook & YouTube), and apologize for my lax
performance on this matter in the past. My partner in crime and life, Tucker, along
with the master of all my web things, John, insist that I do so. My clever plan, to avoid what I consider a
lot of senseless blather, is to make a better effort at posting short
instructional videos on fishing that somehow never made it into one of my
productions. I know I have some great
tips and techniques that you might find useful.
I am as well going to start releasing more episodes of Fly Fish TV,
mostly so you see how some of my talented hosts have aged.
Regards,
Gene Hering
Cascade
Media Works, llc, Fly Fish TV, AnglerFish Productions
“Stay out of the ditches, and catch them
fishes”
Thursday, February 20, 2014
New DVD Combo Options for Fly Fishing Beginner Videos
Just spent some time sprucing up a few things on the site. We have put together a new 5 DVD set that is the perfect gift for fly fisherman who are just starting out.
These fly fishing videos cover all of the basics from equipment and terminology to fly casting and fly fishing for several species including trout, bass and panfish.
The entire set is over 40% off of the prices of the titles separately, so its a great value as well.
Speaking of great values, we also have our new DVD Combo Packs category that allows you to pick 2, 3 or 4 titles of your choosing for discounts of 15, 20 or 25%! We love this option and you will too.
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
"To Spey or not to Spey?" I need your input-
As a video guy you can give me anything but spey casting
to shoot since it is a bit tedious … Cast, Cast, Cast, two steps down, Cast,
Cast, Cast. I do understand the joy of it all and the special club one joins by
plying the waters in this manner. What I
don’t get is that when fish are just not taking a swung fly, why one would
persist? Perhaps having made a living more
by documenting folks catching fish than those just fishing I have been
warped. I am also not exceptionally
patient and somewhat enjoy the additional maneuvering and rigging a
single-handed angler requires, and the tugging of a fish from time to time.
Fly Fish TV has some good spey fishing videos and I did enjoy
shooting them. Working with John and Amy Hazel on the Deschutes in Oregon really gave me a feel for the special thrill
and flavor of spey angling. However being a man of modest means and possessing
a considerable arsenal of standard fly gear, I felt the investment required to
really get into spey might be more than “The Warden” would easily tolerate. Thus I am on the outside looking in, which is
where you often find critics.
Perhaps what it comes down to is that I just want to
catch fish and when I am sure they’re down there I want to go after them. I don’t really get to spend that much time on
the water since the camera guy is the last one to get a chance to fish. If things are tough the on-camera talent has
to keep at it, and if fishing is really good you always have to be ready for
the big-one that the stars are convinced is coming on the next cast. So when I do get my turn I want to be putting
my fly where the fish are. Perhaps it is
old school of me but when I have my chance I will most often grab the
single-handed rod, and indicator, and something that really looks like fish
food.
I guess
the reason I bring it up now is that I
have been talking with my most popular video host, Kelly Galloup, who has
recently joined the Airflo fly line pro staff and thinks a new steelheading
video should include a lot of spey angling. My feeling is that we should spend our time
showing folks how to best catch steelhead with a single-handed rod and let the
rest of the thousands of “spey video
producers” have at it.
Despite
over-modulated audio in Fly Fish TV’s “Introduction to Spey Casting Video” I still
think it is as fine a beginner’s spey casting lesson as there is. And between “Spey Fishing Steelhead” and
“Advanced Spey” I am pretty sure the Hazels have covered most of the basics of
the sport. I would rather see Kelly
spend his time showing us the most effective ways he knows of nymphing and
stripping streamers for steelhead. He guided for years in Michigan and has had
the chance to fish many of the best waters the West has to offer including the
Dean. I have seen him on numerous
occasions take fish after fish out of waters that has been speyed to death.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The Green, Grey, and Brown
The Sakhalin Island “Fishing the West” Episode
Funny is a
generous description of the “Fishing The West” video production trip I took to Sakhalin Island
off the eastern coast of Russia. It was just one of four different shoots we
did from our base in Khabarovsk
on the mainland, but it was by far the most memorable.
Our goal
was to salmon fish in a small bay located down the southeast coast of the island. I don’t know what city we flew into but it
was even more dark and dreary than ones we had already encountered. A visit to a local market, fabricated by our
hosts to keep us busy while our papers were supposedly being put in order,
resulted in us getting a good flavor of the former prison colony.
The
hi-lights of the shopping district were many.
I remember that we stood in line
for a half hour to get an ice cream cone only to have the stand closed when we
were just steps away from something that finally looked like real American
food. There was nothing to buy from the
street vendors but vegetables and flowers; except for one shop that opened
briefly to sell, in a matter of minutes, a supply of galoshes. They would have come in handy if there had
been enough to go around since it wouldn’t stop raining for the next five
days. We also got to see a pretty
vicious street fight amongst some drunks that was looking like it would develop
into a brawl when we scurried out of the neighborhood.
Our real
adventure began when we loaded our crew and entourage into a little military looking
four-wheel drive bus and headed south.
In addition to the five of us with the show we had an interpreter, a
government representative, a member of the fishing cooperative, a cook, our
driver, and Luba. Luba’s role was never
made exactly clear but it was nice to have a woman along for variety in our
all-male crew.
We escaped
the city of huge green, grey, and brown decaying apartment buildings and moved
steadily in to lush green, grey, and brown decaying country side. We eventually found the promised highway down
the coast. The highway was in fact the
beach and if I remember right it was green, grey, and brown as well. On one side was the surging waves being
pushed by a typhoon, as we would soon discover,
and on the other side were sand cliffs covered in a jungle of decaying green,
grey, and brown flora of all sizes and shapes.
All went
swimmingly and we made great time even when we had to slow to cross streams
that poured out of the interior. Our
driver had bad music playing loud on the radio and we engaged in friendly chit
chat with our hosts. The interpreter,
Borris, wanted to know if I had ever eaten dog so I petted the friendly little pooch
the cook had brought along and told him “never one I had met”. I think he also asked if I wanted to shoot a
bear or buy a nuclear submarine, but I must admit my Russian is not that good.
Well, the
real excitement started when we came to a big stream that cut a wide green, grey,
and brown swirling course across the beach to the ocean. It was swollen from the rain now collecting on
the low coastal mountains and seemed impassable to me. Our driver thought otherwise and plowed right
in. We made it half way across and since
we were also half under water our trusty little bus stalled. At this point we seemed to float toward the
ocean and foreboding surf but did eventually stop on a sand bar or some such
thing. By the time we halted our
impromptu float I had fetched my trusty waders from our gear bag and was huddled
under the roof escape hatch, a device I had wondered about but was now
convinced was a very forethoughtful feature.
We used the hatch and got everyone to the roof where we decided on a
picnic of soggy green, grey, and brown stuff while we planned our escape.
Eventually
a long rope was uncovered below deck and a few of us used it and managed to
wade to shore. It had been hours since
we had seen a building, road, other people, or even dog, at least one whose
future was not as bleak as the cooks. About the time all hope or rescue was
fading an old green, grey, and brown military amphibious vehicle came storming
up the beach through the fading light from the south. It stopped a ways off and shaggy bandana
wrapped heads and automatic weapons appeared from the turret. This sent our Russian crew into a frenzy who soon
helped us understand that we were about to be approached by pirates, real
pirates.
I was
dispatched to ford the river back to the vehicle and gather trade goods while
our Russian friends went to parley.
Fortunately for us these were amiable pirates. Half a case of gin and all the shiny things I
could find in the bus appeased them, and even garnered us a tow back to the
shore we had departed from. With a
hearty adieu they stormed up the beach into the night to do whatever it is that
Sakhalin pirates do besides help stranded
fishing travelers.
The night
was uneventful for all who grabbed the first seats on the bus to sleep in. The interpreter and I were left stranded by
the driftwood fire and warmed ourselves with vodka and more discussions about
what I might want to buy from the countries military arsenal. When we awoke in our sandy berths I was
surprised to discover that fleas had given our exposed hands and faces a
natural defoliation by eating away most of our outer skin layers
Now the fun
really began. In the steady green, grey,
and brown morning mist our engineer, the driver, and interpreter (with a
hangover and red face), were making real progress in their discussions on what
was the best way to start fixing the truck.
Buzz, our guest angler, and I discovered a treasure of blown glass
fishing net balls up in the brush and commenced to collecting the only things
of value we’d seen in weeks. About this
time our second set of visitors arrived.
Out of the brush appeared two huge hairy pitchfork-toting jungle men
carrying large wooden boxes. I assumed
the boxes were for our mutilated corpses and was telling Buzz how it was sad
that we would be the first to go when they changed course, waded into the river,
and starting stabbing chum salmon we hadn’t even realized were there. No one offered to talk to these behemoth anglers
while they commenced a bloody frenzy of fish slaying.
About this
time a sea cowboy appeared ridding down the beach followed some distance by a
sad shaggy dog. We would soon discover
why the dog was sad, his cowboy was nuts!
Sea cowboys herd dairy cattle on the beaches where they feed on
seaweed. Our cowboy had lost his cows,
seaweed, or both because he was not happy.
Without so much as a howdy he started cracking his bull whip at everyone
and trying to get his, also sad, horse to run over somebody. He must have sensed weakness in our eclectic
group and had come after us first, but made a serious error in judgment when he
turned his horse at the hairy fish stabbers.
In a heartbeat they dragged him from his mount and kicked him nearly
senseless, then picked up their casket-boxes of fish and marched back into the
green, grey, and brown forest.
Some how
our cowboy remounted and tried to ride past us down the beach. Before he could get away some of our hosts
stole his bull whip, cut it to pieces, and further physically abused him before
sending him on his merry way. I won’t
soon forget the sad sea cowboy, with the sad horse, and sad dog that trailed
well behind. If I was a dog I wouldn’t
have stayed close to that guy either.
Well things
couldn’t go this bad for ever and in the next hours we made some real
progress. The truck got repaired, we
forded the stream, and after a few more hours down the coast highway, that is
the beach, we got to the fish camp. As
you can imagine it was green, grey, and brown stuck in a forested cove of
similar color. No one was there and the
weather was deteriorating but, none the less, things were really taking
off.
Once again
I was dispatched with trade goods to make a deal with a fisherman who lived further
down the coast who might rent us his services and boat to aid in our
production. Meanwhile the rest of the
crew would find our missing fishermen, board the main boat, and commence
trolling for salmon in the bay where we would meet them. After four wheeling through a swamp, fording
another stream, and only a few other near-death experiences we found our
fisherman. He looked more like a pirate
than the pirates and lived in a cave in the sand dunes with his boat. We rolled the ancient craft to the beach on
logs, he cranked up his out-of-place Yamaha outboard, and along with our
engineer we took off into the appropriately colored high seas.
Our
engineer, Kerry, was a man of detail, which is what you want from a guy who
keeps your gear running, but unfortunately there were some detail issues with
our twenty foot craft. It looked as if
it had been made from boards that had washed up on the beach and sealed with
tar, and not particularly good tar at that.
To say it leaked a little was an understatement and while we made our
way up the coast we took turns bailing. We
did finally find our main party trolling in the bay in a large nondescript
commercial fishing boat, and once along side Kerry immediately jumped
ship. I thought mutiny should not have
been tolerated but Larry let it pass and I had to convince my camera boat
captain to stow the hurriedly erected plank.
Such good
luck and fine progress could not last forever and it didn’t. Things started going down hill from this
point on. The green, grey, and brown
typhoon that had been waiting patiently for us to get into position moved in
and, since we had not caught a single fish, we all retreated to the fish camp
and our makeshift quarters. With few
exceptions this is where we would spend the next couple of days holed up
playing cards, trying to figure who Luba was and where she kept disappearing to,
and deciding if the last meal had included the missing dog or not. We made one more attempt to shoot in the
typhoon but gale force winds and driving rain smeared make-up and offered less
then optimum lighting.
Luckily for
us we did have a social event. The director
of the corporate farm stopped in for a dinner and we exchanged greetings and
had a drink or two. He was something out
of the picture books and was dressed in a grey suit, despite the rain, with
only one-arm that he had lost in a war, and was as sober in nature as you would
expect a communist party man to be. It
was good that we were respectful of him, and that Larry didn’t walk out in the
middle of his speech to have a smoke or I might have had to go retrieve him and
make voluminous apologies through our interpreter and throw in some of our
trade-goods as well, because this man would turn out to be our savior.
There were
only one or two flights a week off this island and we soon realized if we
didn’t get back to town and make our connection we would be spending even more
time in this green, grey, brown world where we were trapped. Going back up the coast was not an option
with the typhoon still raging. So it was
with great joy that we welcomed back the head of the cooperative farm the day
after our dinner, especially since he arrived with a giant orange four wheel
drive dump truck. The plan was to tow us
through the middle of the jungle, cross the infamous river we sank in, but much
higher up its’ course, and them make our way to the coast and back to town.
It turned
out to be a mundane trip to the river crossing with only occasional loss of
life and limb, mostly among the support staff the director had brought. Our caravan was lead by the dump truck which
steadily churned its’ way through the muck over hill and some damn big
dales. In tow was our bus that pretty
much plowed flat the mud trail the dump truck created, and connected at the end
was a small jeep-type vehicle which was the directors’ personel
transportation. At the river crossing it
was decided to leave the directors vehicle behind and just get the bus across
to where we could proceed on our own to the beach. However, the directors’ driver decided to
connect his rope to the bus at the last minute and as we made our way across
the river the little jeep was swept up and floated down stream like a cork on a
string. The chain of events that
followed were accompanied by a lot of very loud Russian expletives that I
translated to mean someone was going to spend the winter in a cold place eating
beat stew. Our bus had been only
partially submerged when we arrived at the far bank but the directors’ jeep had
been drowned. He promptly had us
unhooked, bid us a fond farewell, and immediately went in hot pursuit of his
driver who was swimming downstream the last I saw him.
Our bus was
finally dried out and, as you can imagine, it was getting ever greener, greyer,
and browner as night closed in. We finally hit the road and made it to the
coast highway, that is the beach, and from here we really made time until we
ran out of gas.
What remained or our remaining alcohol and trinkets were gathered and a runner was sent to the appropriately colored forest to find us enough fuel to make the final leg of our journey. Within just a matter of two or three hours we were again roaring up the beach until military trucks, tanks, and personel carriers swooped upon us from every direction with search lights blazing and sirens screaming. Wild eyed, machine gun waving, Russian Army types stormed our little bus, dragged us out and lined us up neatly for the firing squad, then took all our documents and commenced verbally abusing everyone in site. It turned out we did not have the proper papers or authorization to use the green, grey, brown, beach highway. Since we were out of booze and trinkets I believe we traded a number of people from our party for the right to leave. What ever happened to our Russian host, the cook, or Luba I never heard, but I am pretty sure it was throwing Luba in the mix that closed the deal.
What remained or our remaining alcohol and trinkets were gathered and a runner was sent to the appropriately colored forest to find us enough fuel to make the final leg of our journey. Within just a matter of two or three hours we were again roaring up the beach until military trucks, tanks, and personel carriers swooped upon us from every direction with search lights blazing and sirens screaming. Wild eyed, machine gun waving, Russian Army types stormed our little bus, dragged us out and lined us up neatly for the firing squad, then took all our documents and commenced verbally abusing everyone in site. It turned out we did not have the proper papers or authorization to use the green, grey, brown, beach highway. Since we were out of booze and trinkets I believe we traded a number of people from our party for the right to leave. What ever happened to our Russian host, the cook, or Luba I never heard, but I am pretty sure it was throwing Luba in the mix that closed the deal.
We did make
it to that motel that night with enough time to re-organize our gear and get
ready for our flight. I do remember
Keith, the other videographer, complaining about there not being a toilet seat
or hot water and maniacal screaming in the neighborhood but I thought it was a
pretty nice place all in all. I don’t
recall anything about our flight back to Khabarovsk. I do know that when we got there Larry told
us he had hastily arranged a final shoot up the Amur River to make up for not
getting a show on Sakhalin. I was the
only volunteer. I just never could get
enough of that green, grey, brown stuff.
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