Filed under: Angling, The Great Outdoors | Tags: Abercrombie and Fitch, fishing, fly fishing, outfitter
I picked up this great old catalog from Abercrombie and Fitch at a used book store a little while ago. Originally published in 1968, back when Abercrombie was an actual outdoors outfitter and did more then sell teenagers questionable clothing. The catalog contains not just fly and spin fishing gear but everything the fisherman would need for a multi-day expedition into the wild.
If this catalog was published today I might have to buy “E” in the picture below, the electric wading boot dryer.
If you are interested in the rest of what I have scanned, you can check them out here.
Filed under: Angling | Tags: Ernest Hemingway, fishing, John Dos Passos, Taylor Williams, The Fisherman Magazine, Waldo Pierce
Ernest Hemingway was a great author, but the man also was a great angler. He loved to fish whenever he could, whether it was fly fishing for trout in Montana or catching large marlin off the coast near Key West. He often headed out with three old fishing pals, each distinguished in their own right, John Dos Passos, Waldo Pierce, and Taylor Williams.
I recently found this old issue of The Fisherman from January of 1958 which retells some great fishing adventures that Hemingway had. The author begins the article by saying, “Ernest Hemingway, Nobel Prize winner and towering figure both in the world’s literature and imagination, has devoted his mind, his heart, and his life writing about one thing that probably lies as close to the truth of fishing as anything could.”
There are some great action shots of Hemingway in this article fishing for different types of fish and at various times in his life. Along with some other great photos, the article reprints a piece of writing by Hemingway about fishing for trout in Europe which he originally wrote for the Toronto Star in 1923.
An excerpt from his article describing fishing for trout in the Black Forest of Germany; “With rucksacks and fly rods, we hiked across country, sticking to the high ridges and rolling crests of the hills, sometimes through deep pine timber, sometimes coming out into a clearing and farmyards and again going for miles withough seeing a soul except occasional wild looking berry pickers.”
If you want to see more of the images from the article, go here.