Aper's

2009-07-06T08:58:00.000-07:00

Seri Rampai Lake

2009-05-22T20:15:00.000-07:00

Peacock Bass Tasik Seri Rampai
i start to love vintage fly fishing gears...
my only one vintage fly rod and lookalike classic fly reel(china made RM30)

handsome fly fisherman and with his catch..hahaha

FlyFishingOuttingPhoto's

2009-05-01T19:58:00.000-07:00

and this is also from a frend camera...we are trying expose flyfishing into art and nature..and here are the starting point...

fly fishing is the most for fishing trout and salmon,but here in malaysia we hunt for a type of carp named tengas,kelah or a trophy fish sikang...

SIkAnG are family of carp, scientific name is bariulus gutattus...an english called it a burmesse trout...

its look alike a trout(almost like brookies)...
fly fishing is nothing but and art..from casting,tying the flies(umpan) and pics for nature memories...

fly tying is more to tie the bait(that actually imitation of insects)....this flies we tied on our hands and hope the fish will take it..and BANG!! ayayayai!

here are one of my fly that i tied during a free time..it is relaxing to tie one of this....

lots more...

it is not about fish or the size of fish...just enjoy with friends and nature...

teach us to be silennt,calm and patient...

cheers....

from my friend camera...enjoy

2009-04-13T07:08:00.000-07:00

My Friends
Vintage Fishing Gears

Our OldTimer Stream Fly Fishing
Me Doing Nymphing

A river runs trough it
norman maclean

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.

small stream fishing...

2009-04-12T07:21:00.001-07:00

its all about passion, art and the fly fishing...
i enjoy fishing, and i realize most of the fishing is the friendship.the people when u met while you fishing, some of them will be your best friend...

2009-03-31T00:27:00.000-07:00

fishermans dream

2009-03-30T23:51:00.000-07:00

The Song of Wandering Aengus

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire aflame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And some one called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

   -- William Butler Yeats

yes..i like fishing very much..its memorize me all about my old time family....
the time that all the things become happy ever...i just miss that moment...
well, my friend said fishing is like granpa hobbies...the things that not suite to my age...
and i said....yes....sometimes i feel like fishing with my granpa...and suddently i realize
that he already past away....

when i turn into fly fishing i got all the answer...
fly fishing is a passion..learn to be quite...
i begin to learn about my self...