Feel the passion and the love that's found in a small fly shop in NZ. "that does not involve a small blue arousal pill"
Hi Guys, Hope you are all embracing the lockdown in whatever country your in.

Things are all positive here and creative juices are currently over flowing.

Thank you all for the orders, great comments and feed back on my flies and services, as well as the help and ideas in which to move forward with some of my creative, goals stuff, Thank you all. It's all very very much appreciated.

Honestly I thought, I would be doing some more writing though that's not happened yet, just so much other work from early morning till late, there seems not to be enough hours in the day for me during this lockdown.

The self publishing route I had to take and so glad, has been more work than building my small but cool wee house and the new NZ fly school these past few years, though just as rewarding and so very close to holding that first book in the series.

So everything about Jungle Blues is still on hold as the printers are not yet back at work, running, though not far away.

I have added some little bits from JUNGLE BLUES, hopefully they make you smile and want to help out when i release the Kickstarter crowd funding page.

For some more non fiction reading the history of only the fishing side of my life has been updated on my web site, maybe worth a read.

Even I was surprised on looking back on the years gone by, a sure reminder that I'm officially old,
though still very happy and positive.

First fishing competition win in 1976 right up to 2020 that's not just 44 + years fishing.

It's 44 years working on fly design and other fishy stuff in the industry.

In 2021 + I plan to learn more fishy stuff from some other professionals in the game. There is so much out there to learn. Please join me on the journey.




This morning after making a new heavy rustic wooden, fly school sign yesterday. I could not bend to put my socks on and currently full of pain killers which don't seem to be working, my right hip is especially not happy. Bigger wider socks are now on my shopping list, plus some surgical material to make two new hips. :)

Oh ! Chasing Tigers vol 5 book cover is now featured on the front page of the web site. :) It's a pretty cool just like the Jungle blues cover.
The shop is open and everything on the web site is in stock, I appreciate any orders big or small.

Cheers
Stu & Trigger




Contents
Death in Your Own Home..........................................................1
Eyeballs and Body Parts...........................................................8
How I first met Mr Sexyloops...................................................26
Snakehead Blues.....................................................................31
The Lake and The Jungle........................................................44
Life and loss........................................................................... 60
The Jungle Trip...................................................................... 74
Jungle Juice and Beer............................................................95
Cyclops No More................................................................. 100
Prawns, Flies and Stormy Nights.........................................107
Two Eyes are Better than One..............................................113
Broken Down and Bobbing About....................................... 123
Does it Count?.....................................................................133
Tiger Man............................................................................ 141
Back at the Lake................................................................. 149
Acknowledgements.............................................................162
About the Author.................................................................164
Don’t Miss........................................................................... .66
Eyeballs and Body Parts

‘I don’t gamble as such, but I am willing to roll the dice on
this one,’ I said. ‘I would like you to do it, please.’
Twenty-four hours later I was walking back to my hotel with
a clear plastic shield over my face that looked like a small version
of the mask Anthony Hopkins wears in the film The Silence of
the Lambs. I squinted through the holes in it with my new, clear
lens in my left eye. Two days later my eye started to settle a little
bit and I could see the time on my watch. Impressed, I was keen
to go in for my right-eye operation later that day.
Right eye operated on, I again walked back to my hotel with
my Anthony Hopkins mask. But something didn’t quite seem
right. I felt like a small stone was in my eye. It wasn’t happy and
streamed water. I tried to go out to get some street food, but the
vendors’ fluorescent lights were just too bright and it was all very
blurry and painful. The next day I went back to the clinic for
my check-up and it wasn’t looking good. I was told that the laser
that ‘seals’ the eye did not do too good a job and I had what they
call a leak. Which to me is the equivalent of a puncture in a tyre
– my eye was flat. I called English Paul and told him that I had
to delay our fishing trip due to my flat eyeball.
At the clinic we waited to see if it would self-inflate, which it
refused to do, so before nightfall the puncture was being fixed
with some micro stitches to my eyeball.
Phew! I thought to myself, that’s fixed. I’ll soon be able to
quickly tie flies on my clients’ fishing lines and I’ll be able to see
my willy!

11

How I first met
Mr Sexyloops

There was a car in the car park of my fly shop, in middle-of-nowhere
New Zealand. It was a dirty, beaten-up, four-wheel
drive, olive coloured Nissan.

I wondered who it belonged to, as it had just been left in
the car park and no one had mentioned they were leaving it.
There’s not much sightseeing to do on foot near my shop and no
reason to leave a car there so I presumed it was someone I knew,
who’d been picked up by someone else and they’d gone fishing.
I walked around the car trying to gauge who it might belong to.
It was full of stuff and I could see it was a fishing bum’s car – a
fishing bum being the kind of person who comes from overseas,
buys a car and travels around New Zealand in it, sleeping in
it and fishing as they go until their visa runs out or they get
deported.

I knew the fishing bum stereotype too well – I too had come
to New Zealand as a trout fishing bum and had loved every
minute of my time doing it … until I got deported. But that’s another story.

I peered through the window of the car. There was a pair of
girl’s knickers on the back seat and a colourful rucksack. Going
by the size and skimpiness of the knickers, they belonged to a
small-framed woman or a very skinny cross-dressing man. The
wing mirror on the driver’s side was cracked and a pair of socks

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