Monday, February 17, 2014

Inside The Fly Fishing Show | Winston-Salem, NC

This was my first time as a featured tier at a Fly Fishing Show event. I wasn't sure what to expect. I spent several weeks tying to fill boxes of flies for sale, prepping my materials, organizing, and trying to figure out how to entertain myself on the drive.

The wife was finally happy when the kitchen table was cleared off and there was no longer the constant threat of Krystal Flash and marabou in our food.

Other things I was concerned about at the show was bathroom breaks, how to organize my half table, what to do for lunch, and would my back hold out after being on a stool all day. I can say that Jimmy John's delivered sandwiches right to the front door, we were near the bathroom (which was constantly being cleaned-Somerset could learn a thing or two from this place), and my back was fine. I wasn't too tired after tying all day. My area was a bit dodgy and I'll work on that for the next show.

Here are some of the pictures. A short podcast will be up on Itunes soon. As I spent most of the show at my booth I didn't get out to walk around a whole lot. Of all the things at the show, Tradd Little was the most impressive. Here is his blog: TraddsFlies

The drive down was pretty boring. It was cold. I stopped at Dunkin to fuel up. Gas prices jumped .25 when I crossed the border. Then I saw a sign for (Adam & Eve outlet-which I didn't stop at) but did stop at JR.

 Its 'the cigar store where you can buy a wedding dress and anything else' is how its always been described.
 HUGE cigar store. I don't smoke anymore so I just smelled.
 And drooled.
 I think this is Mr. Castro
 I got to the show around 5:30pm and started to set up.

 This is how my booth looked after I set it up.

 Across from me was SmithFly

 I'll need to bring something to cover my pile at Lancaster. I had to borrow from my neighbor.
 The Healing Waters booth.
 Then I had some chow at the hotel and waddled over to the pub across the street. Full of southern hipsters. All the guys had on skinny pants, tight button down shirts buttoned on the wrists and all the way up their necks, and their glasses were all tortoise shell.
 BTW they ran out of beer.

 The first beer was pretty good. And the prices were nuts, this would easily be $12 in DC.
 The second beer smelled like fetal pigs dissection lab or gross anatomy lab. It was kind of gross. if you got two beers you got a free pint. A passerby gave me  his so I could have a set. I then hooked him up with some flies at the show the next day.
 The pub in daylight.
 Off to the show at 0730 after a breakfast of:
  • bacon
  • eggs
  • biscuits
  • gravy
  • coffee
  • potatos
  • grits
I could get used to eating like this but it really made me look pregnant.

 The SIMMS Bus. Dave was one of the nicest people I've met. It was great to talk to him about Simms and just how great of a product they produce. Listen to him on the Itinerant Angler Podcast.
 Time to start tying.
 Soft hackle, flash back pheasant tails.
 Reaper flies.
 Foam wing, paint brush tail tricos.
 Super Clouser.
 The Snowhite Damsel.
 Intruders. Not many people down there knew what they were. Tied on Allen hooks.
 Lunch. Though for every sandwich I ate I basically negated selling a handful of flies.
 Tradd Little's flies.
 Tradd

 Tradd's damsel.
 Tradd's stonefly.
 Another intruder. Since Lady Amherst is so expensive I use rubber legs.
 Tradd's tying booster.
 Red, white, blue hoppers for the PHWFF booth.
 Me at the PHWFF booth. I'm selling the beer can lanyards for $5 at the next show!
 Henry Cowen's PHWFF donation.
 Closest I've been to a trout in a long time.
 This kid was funny. I tied her a pink worm.
 And wore the puffer ball on my head to be silly for her.

 My reaper.

 More reapers. Now in more colors and starting to use Hareline UV material.

 Cheerwine. Not sure what it is but they drink it down here.
 Off to Foothills Brewery for some Sexual Chocolate.

 Again the prices of beer here were amazing.
 Khalil showed up and we had some pints and burgers and ketchup.

 This was my burger. Frickles (fried pickles), pimento cheese, and bacon.
 And their homemade ketchup. We consumed an entire bottle.
 I purchased 3 ketchups and 2 mustards. And beer for the wife. She doesn't want jewelry when I travel, she wants craft beer!
 Khalil at the hotel.
I still had no idea where I was.
 Kevin Arculeo's flies.
 Ah, that breakfast. Bacon wasn't as crispy the second day.

  Henry Cowen showing Tradd some tricks.
 Tying up more intruders. If no one buys them I have them for bass this summer.

 Snowhite extended tail damsels.

 Opening my second  pack of 100 Saber hooks.
 Lunch again.
 Kevin playing with the new crittermite tails.
 Tradd ties up a Game Changer!
 And colored it.
 Speakers for the day.

 This was the little shop where I got beer for the wife. And I stopped in for a sandwich. 'Fred Vegas' behind the counter fried my balogone to make the sandwich better.
 Lots of goodies in the store.

 Good sandwich for the drive home. It was a BORING ride.
 Arculeo's articulated hellgrammite:

 Got home and found someone's hook in my shoe.
 My score of condiments.

Looking forward to the next show. I"m changing up how I sell my flies. I will have 'ultimate fly selection' grab bags for $10 on a display rack. Hope to see lots of you there.

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