D Loop Media

Roll Sound

Tue, 01 May 2012 03:40:00 +0000

As you may or not be aware, we currently have about five hour collection of footage. Just random footage, no real rhyme or reason to it; you know, some fish porn, a little through-the-windshield cross-country stuff, etc.

However, over the last couple months, while appearing to the untrained eye to just be playing Black Ops with each other everynight, myself, Eric Streff, and Dan Johnson have been carefully orchestrating a theme and general plan of attack for putting together a full-length video documenting the lives and times of a few transient college fly fisherman.

A general overview can be found on the projects page: http://www.dloopmedia.com/projects.htm

Cameras start rolling this weekend upon my return to New York, without giving away too much, I will say that we plan to drop a short internet version to be entered in several film contests by the end of this summer (5-10 minutes), and we're shooting to have the full-length feature done by the beginning of next summer.

Trout, bass, pike, carp, steelhead, musky, with pending guest appearances by redfish, permit, bonefish, and tarpon. They'll all be there, and we'll be here providing updates and photos every step of the way.

Hey you guys....I'm super excited.

<3 Dizzle Loop

Springtime Saturdays and Sabotaged Streamers

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 03:50:00 +0000

Every season has its own characteristics that I've come to cherish. A light flurry and the grey mid morning sky on a steelhead river in winter. A big brown crushing a hopper in late summer. And of course the colors of fall - both on the trees and the fish - but, springtime may very well be my favorite time of year to be on the river, at least before the runoff. I think it's mainly the honeymoon phase of the first few weeks of warm weather that gets me. The first time being able to fish in a t-shirt, and finally seeing the fish rocketing out of the water rather than bulldogging in typical winter fashion.

What really got me today was big browns crushing my streamer like bass.

I must have had thirty eats all day, I couldn't hold on to nearly that many, but I got a few. By the end of the day my white wolly bugger (aka the crack rock), was down to some thread, chenille, and a single strand of unwrapped hackle.

Ah yes, springtime.

- dizzle loop

Shit Blizzard

Tue, 20 Mar 2012 03:10:00 +0000

The first 24 hours back in Wyoming, do you feel that? The way the shit clings to the air?

It all started as soon I got back to my truck from DIA, as it was dead as shit. It took me about an hour to find someone to jump me at 10pm on a Sunday and get it started. After partially nodding off the last 40 miles to the Gem City, I made it back and proceeded to crash and have visions of Permit and Tarpon swimming away in my head. I woke up, eventually went to class, ripped my hair out for four hours trying to do homework for a class that I missed the week before I left for Florida. I gave up on that then spent about an hour trying to configure my Xbox Live connection. I try not to complain much, and blamed myself for not preparing properly and just leaving in a cloud of dust. However, when nature called, I couldn't help but think this was not simply a mere series of unfortunate events, and myself just re-adjusting to the real world. There was not a shred of toilet paper in my apartment, no napkins, nor was there any paper towels. Just a couple phone books that I had drop off for free, which were just the right to consistency to get the job done effectively, but slightly to thick to be flushed. It was only after I worked those bastards down the toilet with a plunger for 15 minutes that I remembered the coffee filters, which are much better all the way around.

I can't help but think this all could have been avoided if I just went fishing today. I thought I would have to be responsible my first day back in the real world, but the real world told me to fuck off. Had I just loaded up and went to the river, I would have never cared about my Xbox in the first place, I would have realized the homework I was trying to do would have been one of my two lowest grades of the semester and get dropped anyway, so I never would have attempted it, and I would most likely take a nice comfortable dump in the handicapped stall at Taco John's on my way back from a day of sticking rainbows on the swing.

You come back to the real world and reality hits you hard, bro. Just a few days ago I was dropping flies on the nose of 100 pound tarpon, and today I was ripping out pages of the Laramie phone book for hygenical purposes.

Fly fishing is both the problem and the solution.

- Dizzle Loop

More Nightmares

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 21:45:00 +0000

Apparently steelhead were not enough for me to torment myself with. I am fully convinced that I will never be able to rest easy until I stick a wild PNW steelface on the swing. So for spring break I figured why not add tarpon, permit and bonefish to the list of species that literally haunt my dreams.

I mean literally haunt my dreams, after returning home from my trip to the Keys - where I spent one guided day watching a six-foot tarpon sniff the fly that I placed in front of his nose and swim away, completely blew my shot on a group of 30 permit by casting before I even saw shit, and returned to a dead battery in my truck - I finally got settled in my bed around 2am last night (mountain time), which was really more like 4am (biological clock). I really just wanted to get to sleep and forget the saltwater specimens that I had my chances with. "You're just going to have to wait until next year" I told my poor self, like that comforts someone who bases their choice of college by the quality and quantity of fly fishing opportunities nearby.

I awoke the next morning with vivid memories of nightmares of missing tarpon after tarpon, permit after permit. I wonder how long this will go on for, the steelhead itch is one I won't be able to scratch until at least late August, and of course I could always get skunked, which will leave me waiting until a year from now to get another chance at these saltwater shit hawks. A year until I can regain my fishing sanity and mojo, who the hell said fly fishing was a relaxing past time anyway?

Hooked something right out there, felt like a good pull, but I'll never know what it was. Of course I was never expecting considering I was more concerned with removing a beach-goers eyeball on my back cast than my presentation.

- dizzle loop

Steelface Skunkage

Wed, 07 Mar 2012 05:15:00 +0000

Looking back on my 2011 winter steelhead season (or lackthereof), what can I say:

I have caught steelhead, or steelbows, or rainheads or whatever the left-coast sea-run pursits are referring to them as. But while a lake-run steelface on a fourteen mile long river in upstate New York was certainly a trophy at the time, I started itching for more. After poking around my new home in Wyoming for trout throughout the fall semester, it was time to take my brand-new spey rod (which I had no idea how to use) and head for Oregon to pursue a wild chrome dome that has seen the salt. Looking back on my December trip, after I have managed to stick a few tailwater trout on the swing, I can attribute my lack of steelhead success to my own inabilities. My inability to properly skagit cast at the time. The fact that I had a tendency to dead-drift the fly rather than properly swing it. The list goes on, I had been using the two-hander for about three days at the time. Regardless, I'll be on my way back out in August, these shitters haunt my dreams.

Luckily, just being in that canyon was fucking awesome.

Nothing like driving 15 hours for casting practice.

Until next time Oregon...

- Dizzle Loop