Archive for May, 2004

Randy Erskine interview from Record Journal

Added on 5/25/04
By Jeffery Kurz, Record-Journal staff

The art and passion of fly tying, by the man who wrote the book

The whole idea is to fool a fish.

To do that, you make something that looks like something a fish would like to eat, or something that will annoy a fish so much that it will be inclined to poke at it. Since the only thing a fish has to poke with is its mouth, the result is basically the same.

You’ve got him on your hook.

At least that’s the idea.

Fly tying is all about making these lures that fool fish. It’s an art and a science, and an obsession, say those afflicted by its charms. And it’s been around at least since a Roman writer named Aelian watched Macedonians doing it about 200 A.D.

On a warm, mid-spring afternoon in his Wallingford home, G. Randolph Erskine is tying a fly he calls a marabou, named for the feather that’s used.

“Fish will think it’s a minnow, because it’s going to vibrate on the water,” he explains. To illustrate, he shakes a hand in the air. Long fingers tapered by long fingernails, able tools for the intricate business of fly tying.

We describe a person as having a gleam in the eye, but Erskine is that rare someone who is in near constant possession of one. He punctuates many of his comments with a short laugh, and generally displays an alacrity enviable at any age. You can’t help but think that it at least partly explains his longevity.

At 91, Erskine is about to have a book published. It’s a meticulous, hands-on guide to fly tying, the result of eight decades of experience and learning. The work is about as comprehensive as it gets.

Erskine includes detailed step-by-step instructions for making 165 flies.

It’s that attention to detail that impressed his publisher, Ragged Mountain Press, a division of McGraw-Hill.

“Here’s a guy whose proposal was about what he learned tying flies in the 1920s, so you thought here’s a guy who knows what he’s talking about,” said Jonathan Eaton, an editorial director who spoke by phone from a Ragged Mountain office in Camden, Maine.

“I liked the fact that he had done a fairly extensive survey of the existing fly tying literature and his book was very different,” said Eaton.

Erskine has completed the first draft of his book, which is scheduled for release in the spring of 2005. He’s matter-of-fact about his prospects of seeing it on bookshelves.

“I recognize very clearly that according to the actuary tables there’s a good chance that I won’t be around to see it published,” says Erskine, that laugh ever present. “But I do hope that the good Lord will extend my lease until I can get this done.”

Erskine’s book is not the result of a long-held dream, not the planned fruition of retirement years. In fact, ask Erskine when he retired and it’s clear he’s not certain that he has. He spent most of his career as a lawyer with a general practice in Wallingford.

“I haven’t had any active inquiries recently,” he says.

His book is instead the result of an evolution, and of his ability to see opportunity where most people would find disaster.

A couple of years ago Erskine needed a hip replacement. “The right hip had just plain wore out,” he says. Complications ensued, and included five operations and stays at Yale/New Haven Hospital and the Hospital of Saint Raphael in New Haven. Erskine, who lost more than 40 pounds during the process, notes dryly that you don’t recover at 90-something “as you do at 19.” He’s still using a walker to get around.

“The business of the book was a God-send because I was bedridden for quite a while,” he said. Though he had started the book before his operation, the period of recovery gave him the opportunity to focus.

The book was also the suggestion of two of Erskine’s students from Wallingford adult education classes, where he had taught fly tying. Frederick Monahan and Paul Gouin are also lawyers and on Monday evenings they’re in the habit of gathering at Erskine’s home. Erskine calls them “the boys,” even though they’re in their 40s and 50s. While there’s some discussion of lawyerly matters, most of the talk focuses on fly tying.

It was when Erskine began writing down instructions to help his students that the idea of parlaying those efforts into a book came to light.

“His book is going to fill a niche that hasn’t been filled,” said Monahan. “There are a lot of books about fly tying but nothing as encompassing as what he’s doing.”

Monahan, a trial lawyer who works out of Rocky Hill, says Erskine’s attorney skills also remain sharp.

“You get lawyers together and you talk cases,” he said. “Randy’s done a pretty good job of keeping up.”

Fly tying is something you can do without being particularly interested in fly-fishing. And fly-fishing is something you can do without fly tying yourself. But naturally the two tend to go hand in hand.

“There’s something so much fun about catching a fish with a fly that you’ve tied,” said Monahan, who also has a ready sense of humor. “But you’ve got to keep in mind that you’re matching wits with something with the brain size of a pea. You’ve got to keep it in perspective.”

For Erskine the passion developed early fishing the waters of Cheshire, where he grew up. He says he started learning to tie flies in the early 1930s, “partly because I needed some flies with which to fish.”

As well as adult education classes, Erskine taught fly tying for years for the Housatonic Fly Fishermen’s Association. Erskine, says Monahan, “is a wonderful teacher.”

“He always thought of something new to do,” he said. “He also knows the old, old techniques, so it was fun working with him and very educational.”

To gain insight into why some find fly tying so intriguing it’s useful to go back to Aelian, the Roman writer who observed the Macedonian way of catching fish around 200 A.D. The Macedonians, observed Aelian, knew that a particular kind of fish, with speckled skin, went in a big way for a certain type of insect, one that looked like a wasp and hummed like a bee. The problem was that if you caught this insect, with the intent of using it for bait, it would lose its color and the wings would wither, thereby rendering it of little interest to the fish.

To solve the problem, the Macedonians, in effect, recreated the insect by tying red wool around a hook and fastening feathers to the wool. This, as they say, did the trick.

This is precisely what fly tiers continue to do today. There are insects and other useful fish-enticing creatures that are simply not going to hold up to being impaled on a hook. The solution is to fake it. Sometimes that involves working in miniscule dimensions.

Erskine shows off a black gnat he created that is the size of, well, a gnat.

“That’s 95-percent faith and 5-percent material,” he says, with a laugh.

There are also certain flies that do not resemble anything in the real world but nevertheless gather the interest of fish. A wooly bugger is a good example of this type of fly, suggests Monahan. Fish find it hard to resist. “For whatever reason it looks alive,” he says.

There’s also the creative lengths to which some fly tiers will go for their material. There are commercial suppliers of fly tying material, but they are by no means the only source. Road kill, whether it’s woodchuck hides or muskrat, is not out of the question. You might think there’s not much use for that flattened squirrel at the side of the road, but a fly tier knows better. That bushy tail is prime material for a fly.

Erskine says he still has feathers collected 50 years ago. “When Gaylord Farm used to raise turkeys I’d get them.”

He displays a feather from the shoulder of a goose that’s been dipped in a solution to “take the buzz off.”

“It gives a life-like effect and a shine that attracts the fish.”

The challenge is in taking such materials, “all of them quite simple,” he says, and fashioning them into something “that is done quite well, that is a work of art actually, whether the fish like them or not.”

There’s probably no need explaining that Erskine is not a member of the high-tech generation. He writes in long hand, which his daughter, Roxanne Erskine, transcribes to computer file. He also has the help of his wife, Madeline. He says he wanted to write a book, as opposed to making a video, because he wanted something someone could take anywhere, to a lake or stream, for example.

“I’m just enough of a dinosaur to feel that books played a tremendously important part of my life and I wanted to do it as a book instead of a video,” he says.

“The ideal way to tie flies is in a group operation, a group of three or four, you learn from each other’s mistakes,” says Erskine. “If you have to go it alone the book should be able to take you by the hand and lead you.”

Part of what promises to make Erskine’s book such a good companion is the step-by-step approach to each fly, the sort of story board approach you encounter in knot-tying instruction. Erskine, with help from Monahan and Gouin, has created each stage of each fly creation. If you average about five steps per fly, in a book of 165 flies, it adds up to a lot of work. The 500-page book, Erskine says, will also include 50 line drawings and 500 color photographs. The idea is to be so precise and detailed that even beginners will know exactly what to do, and when.

“We’re hoping to make something that’s going to be useful to people for a number of years,” Erskine says.

“I wish there had been something like it around when I was getting started,” he says. “It would have been terribly helpful.”

As a publisher, Eaton sees Erskine’s advanced age as an advantage. “We plan to use that angle to sell the book and I think we’ll get some mileage out of that,” he said.

“How often do you get a chance to put together a book based on that kind of experience?”

Dr. Dick

John Springer’s Story

Dr. Dick

Another Brother of the Angle died recently, Dr Richard Jogodnick. If you’ve been a member of this club for awhile, you’d remember him because of his slide presentations. Dr. Dick, as I called him, did not just show slides of his vacation or of all the big fish he caught, he was a teacher at heart. He truly enjoyed showing people how to catch the fish in the pictures. He did this by explaining where they lived, river entomology, and of course, the fly that caught the fish. He truly enjoyed photography, and it showed by how many pictures he would throw away, so when you saw his program you saw the best shots.

As I said he was a teacher. I saw this in how he took questions during and after his presentations. A fellow that saw one of his last shows still talks about how much he learned from him. We never forget the people that take the time to teach us. Dr. Dick and I only went fishing about 20 times because of his practice and my hours on the railroad, but we were always in
contact by way of the computer and the phone. We spent much time “fishing” that way. He loved to get my fishing reports each time I went out, not only to hear about fishing but because I always include what I eat when I fish. We both loved to eat and shared many good meals at the fine restaurants that he knew about. As they were always Italian, it would be safe to say he loved Italian food. I remember one night, before I spoke at his TU chapter, they took me out to dinner. I had never seen anyone dip their bread in olive oil. As I was watching him do it while I put butter on my bread, he looked up and said to me “John, this coats your arteries, that clogs them.” We laughed, but once again, he taught someone something.

He was a collector of antique fly fishing tackle and could tie any fly from a caddis worm to the most beautiful full dressed Salmon fly. Something else we had in common was our love for teaching kids about fly tying and fishing. He knew that I taught two of these programs for many years. On my last visit he said how sorry he was that now that he was going to have more time (I guess he meant being retired), he would have loved to come to help me with the deaf kids my friends and I teach. That meant a great deal to me.

I went fishing in South Carolina after our last visit and told him I would come to see him when I returned so that I could tell him about the trip. I also told him how I think of my friends that are gone when I fish and that I wanted him to come to visit me while I fished and to give me a sign. He smiled and said he would. On a clou dy day fishing the Chattooga River, four days after our visit, I was thinking of him and suddenly a very small hatch of Blue Wing Olives came off the river. To those of you that fish, you know that at this point you start looking for the fish to rise to the top to feed. I kept watching while I fished a woolly bugger down river, then it happened that a fish rose and took one of the bugs. I kept watching the water for more but there was none.

I knew then that Dr. Dick was thinking of me and how, in the future, he would come to visit me while I fished. I will miss my friend very much and never forget his friendship. Oh yes, there is one thing we could never agree on. In the town of Wolf Creek Montana, there is a bar and restaurant called the Frenchmen and Me. Down river in Craig there is a place called the Trout Shop. They both have apple pie and I always said the Trout Shop was better, while he said the Frenchmen and Me was. I guess that will give us something to talk about when we meet up again.

John Springer

My Favorite Fishing Partner

My Favorite Fishing Partner

By John Springer

I started fly-fishing in the summer of 1986. By fall of that year I joined tow clubs and met up with another angler who would become a real good friend and fishing partner, Mike Venineeter. Our friendship started over some feathers I was going to use for fly tying. Mike could tell I was new to flyfishing and wanted to get me started in the right direction. We would see each other at the meetings and got to talk about “good Pizza”. He told me he knew a great place and we should try it.

We started to meet there two times a month before the fishing meetings to talk about what we were tying and where we were fishing.

We started fishing together on the Housatonic River during the Housatonic Fly Fishermen’s annual June campout. From there we started going to Montana each year. When we went out to fish the Rocky’s the first two times we were with my first fishing mentor John Pelzer. John had fished Montana for several years and knew the Madison River and the water’s in and around Yellowstone National Park. He agreed to let us go with him and we learnt much from those trips. As time went on, we decided to go out on our own at a different time and to see some other waters. We started to
go west in July or October. We made our way to the Missouri River and as the adison started to decline in fishing because of Whirling Disease we would stay and fish up there more.

Side note: This year fishing on the Madison has gotten much better so I would not avoid it. Mike and I like to keep it simple and cheap so when we fished the Madison we stayed at West Fork Cabins and I would do the cooking and he did the dishes. When we fish the Missouri River we stay at Frenchy’s Motel and take our meals at the Oasis’s Bar or The Frenchmen and Me, both have good food at reasonable prices. When we fish the Missouri we generally like to float several times to find other areas to fish and to take in the beauty of the river. When we rent a boat to float, Mike likes to row and not fish, this works fine for me. It goes without saying that when we get to where we want to fish Mike gets first choice on where to fish. When we drive to a spot to fish one of us goes up river the other down, we never crowd each other and we enjoy fishing alone up until about the last hour or so of light. We find that sharing the last pool of the day a nice way to end our day.

During our stay at West Fork Cabins on the Madison River I would use the phone at the Grizzly Bar. I got to know the clean up man who befriended me and shared with me his favorite area to fish. He told me the fishing was not only good but that there were a lot less fishermen than on the Madison or Missouri. Neither one of us liked to be squeezed by other fishermen so the idea intrigued us. In July of that year we paid a visit to the area the fellow told us about. We met a great guy we call Grandpa when we stopped at a general store for directions to the river. He became our first friend in that town, one of what would become many. With some help from the hotel owner where we stayed we got to know some people who let us fish their ranch. As time went on, we met more people who let us come to their homes and fish. We got to know several families very well and they had us in for dinner during our stay. You must have a good fishing partner so people feel comfortable inviting you back, everyone likes Mike.

When we first started to fish I was always in a hurry to get on the water. My favorite expression to him was “Mike, they’re rising. We gotta get on the water.” Mike was never in a hurry so I know it must have been a pain in the neck for him to always have to hurry so I could get as much time as possible on the water. As I got older and slowed down, Mike seemed to relax more also knowing we would not be out on the water 16 hours a day.

Mike has always been the perfect fishing partner. There is no competition between us and we never argue about anything. When I want to fish a long stretch of water he is always there to pick me up so I do not have to double back to the car. When we get to where we are going to fish we decide who will go up river and who will go down river and what time to meet back. Many times he will give me some flies that he spends much time tying up, I know it takes him time because they are always tied perfect, not ratty like mine. After fishing all day we always ask each other how we did, we never exaggerate on size or numbers and always share information as to the best way to fish a piece of water and also what flies worked best. There are no secrets between us because there is no point. If you have a fishing partner like this, treasure them, because they are rare and they make your time on the water even better. Our next trip is coming up soon. I am really looking forward to it.