Fly Fishing in Eugene

 

  

 

Tom took our Archival Trail Cap and Flap Musette down to the Willamette River and did some evening fly fishing.  No bites, but what a beautiful time to be on the river.

Archival Reprint: Filson Japan Lookbook

Per yesterday's entry, I'm reprinting a few of my favorite views from the strangely compelling, Filson Japan lookbook, "The Ballad of Portraits". I love the stylized presentation of the figures who look like colorized, plasticized transplants from a 19th century daguerreotype (if Dodge Sportsmans appeared in daguerreotypes). Since most web image content disappears from view or gets redistributed away from its original source, I wanted to archive a copy for myself for future reference. It's a shame we cannot mail away for a print copy.

Shopping from 1933: LL Bean

I just received my LL Bean Spring 1933 catalog in the mail (egregious delivery delays!). I'm forwarding along to Archival readers in need of last minute moccasin sandals, pack baskets, tackle kits, Maine fishing coats, tobacco pouches or fly rod outfits for their August camps. To order your goods, complete the form below and send at once to LL Bean, Freeport Maine.
















Place your order here:

"no explanation or excuses required for returning an item"

Archival Outing

We couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a Sunday afternoon paddle by canoe on the McKenzie River. The promise of fish and fine riparian views outweighed our reluctance to venture out into the drizzle. What care we when we have the best waxed cotton outerwear for the worst Oregon Spring in recent memory.

Rick's prized Grumman (a transplant, like Rick, from Minnesota)

Namesake

Prized canvas duck duffle (family heirloom)

Flies tied for the occasion

Preparing to launch

My assignment

In full wax garb

Passing view

Non archival footwear (and Filson fly-fishing strap vest)

Recommended substitution

Success! (first of several)

Archival Playground and Recreation

By day, I work in a basement with a permaclimate. Colleague Ugg wear and winter tan lines have further confused my seasonal cues. As far as I know, June could be January. I use a campus web cam to check the weather but wish I had something more nautical like a periscope or porthole. Since summer is an offscreen event for me, I'm vicariously enjoying scenes of recreation by way of Playground and Recreation magazine, a municipal parks publication from the 1920s. Here are a few surrogate views of summer for those similarly denied and for those in the summer hemisphere: