David Taylor

Knot Session

Not long ago I was blessed the opportunity of picking up King D-Bag David Taylor and his son (my cousin) Whit from DIA. David decided to do some planning and thought he was all prepared to come out to Colorado. He went to Gander Mountain and bought some nice duck hunting waders and a few pairs of long underwear in Wichita. While I was slightly concerned about his choice in gear, I was more concerned about if he could manage to take care of himself. We had a small knot tying session where Whit was able to pick up on the basic skills in a little under 7 minutes. David had a tough time, we had to get out some “string” (old fly-line) and practice a bit. He just kept forgetting how many times to twist and which part goes through where.

We managed to stop by the shop and grab some acceptable fishing attire before making out way to the Dream. The guys were a little tired so at 7-11 David got a little energy boost before we made our way down to the stream. Being as we arrived around noon we were placing our bet on “magic hour” providing us with some memorable fishing for our first day.

High Fructose Corn Syrup

We trekked down to the river with about 4,000 other people and sat in limbo for a bit waiting for a spot to open up. While we were waiting, we were greeted by Tyler and his girlfriend who had also decided to come up for the day. They had parked in the upper lot and since I don’t have a park pass I didn’t want to pay the $5 to drive through Spinney I made everyone walk a couple hundred yards instead. With the wind rearing its head in the usual 20 mph fashion we worked on getting knots out of leaders and emptying water out of waders, that sort of thing. Whit grabbed a few flies and was able to manage himself the entire afternoon. He has fifteen years less experience than his dad but somehow showed an aptitude of someone who had been doing it for years. Magic hour came and went and unfortunately we didn’t do very well. This was due to a variety of reasons including but not limited to:
1. We were rusty
2. There were lots of people
3. We suck

Tyler at least made our entire group look respectable by pulling in a halfway decent fish before the end of the day. Even though we didn’t get the fish, the good news is that we have the rest of the weekend to try and find them. After dinner David picked up a goat and Whit and I sacrificed it on the back deck of the hotel room to please the Fishing Gods. I will let you know if they looked upon our offering with favor.

Finally

The dirtbags

Dirtbag can be a very vague term, often used to describe someone you don’t like in front of your kids. Truth is I’m not the only one who thinks that I have a lil’ dirtbag in em’. To be honest I’m still trying to find my inner dirtbag, but out there in the universe are people who have truly not only discovered but embraced it.

Take for example one David Taylor. Without question this man is the essence of dirtbag. An entrepreneur who has made a successful business in home security after leading a life of crime for the better part of two decades. A man who has found the will power to say no to hard-core drugs but can’t shake his Camel Light habit. He has been shot, stabbed, and literally left for dead in a parking lot. This is a quote directly from the source,

During my 2 years of wandering aimlessly i hitched hiked from Austin, Texas to Wichita, Kansas twice. I met a lot of fellow dirtbags along the way. Mikey the 6 foot 9, 300lb biker from the Poddle Dog Lounge in Austin was propably the most interesting. He thought i was the cats meow, but he had throat cancer and was missing part of his jaw bone and talked with a big low rasp of a voice and so i had to do all the talking to the ladies if you know what i mean. He was the meanest and biggest (mofo) I think I ever met, man we had some fun, everyone was terrified of him at the Poddle Dog Lounge.

This dirtbag has been fishing with me for almost 15 years and has yet to purchase his own waders, or a single fly for the box that he doesn’t own. He has made a point of just getting by and investing pennies into his hobby. Truly, if you were to run across this specimen on your local tailwater you would gawk and promptly make plans to move to Alaska.

Dirtbag waders

Duct taped waders? No problem as long as he has garbage bags to put inside. You know, to increase the water resistance. Perhaps after years of being a footnote in society his pain threshold is higher than others. Last time I checked the trashbag method was never adopted because it just helped water stay inside of them. Then came the phone call. Dirtbag patriarch, i.e. David Taylor is coming to go on a fishing trip in October. Even booking his trip months in advance he never thinks to bring anything of his own. His upcoming trip, which rest assured will be a debacle, he called and asked,

“Nate, can I borrow a rod?”
Me: “David, you own a rod, WTF?”
David: “Yeah, but your stuff is nicer and so I would rather just use yours.”

Sure David, anything to help you out, if you can make it this far by being a general derelict why not continue it into perpetuity. I’m sure the guy has already bought his funeral package because he got a deal when he factored in the time value of money. I did the guy a favor because he wanted to know if he needed waders. Seriously? Have you not learned from previous mistakes? Keep in mind the second week of October in Colorado high country will be cold. Snow, sleet, ice, you name it. I just told him to wear jeans.

Ready to go

Don’t even get me started with other equipment. I know he probably hasn’t heard of anything other than a copper john and a pheasant tail, and even then would be amazed if you showed him one in anything other than their standard colors. So what did he say? “They’re just fish, in the evolutionary hierarchy they’re not even in my rearview.” At least he’s not using a Hills Bros. can of worms… I guess.

Do you hate the dirtbag? You can, but it isn’t going to help because no matter what, eventually you are going to look at them and realize that they’re having just as good of a time as you are. The question then becomes if you don’t take everything so seriously and still have a good time then why don’t you? Why do I need 2,000 flies, $70 fly line, and a rod “made in the USA” with my name on the blank? The answer is, of course, you don’t need any of those things to catch fish. You just need the motivation and something to hold your line while you throw it with some sort of stick looking device. Do fish really care what hue of red your midge pattern is? Or how the biot tails look on your copper john? Probably not, Gary LaFontaine showed us that with his time proven patterns that for the most part look like garbage (see his real vision of the sparkle pupae). Bottom line is that even us dirtbags can catch fish. Odds are, because dirtbags tend to be survival artists in the darwinian jungle of life they might just be pretty good at it.

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The Dirtbags Have Arrived

The Essence of Dirtbag