by Phillip Dobson
I think I've found my complete minimalist system. At the core is the BW Tippet Pouch, but I've made a few modifications.
The first addition was a camera strap from Goodwill. It's comfy, stays put, and most importantly is long enough for cross body carry. I don't like things in front of me, so I swing the bag behind when I'm actually fishing. I wrapped the stock straps with their swivels around the main straps. I can easily slide them up or down, and they keep everything securely attached.
I also added a glasses pouch and a cinch strap for rod carry. This is perfect for longer walks. I put the tip cap in the pouch when I'm fishing.
The system easily carries a few line spools, tippet, a fly box, and some streamside tools. The elastic strap on the front holds a bottle of floatant conveniently upside down. Just make sure to strap it to something else, as it can fall out if you are trying to outrun a thunderstorm. I pack one of a couple Morrell fly boxes, depending on the type of fishing I expect to do.
I like this system a lot more than a normal lanyard or vest. Vests are way too bulky for my taste. If I need that much stuff, I'll bring a backpack. Lanyards, on the other hand, don't carry extra flies and line without having them swing around awkwardly. With the improved tippet pouch, I have everything I need for a few hours of fishing
Another modification that I had to do was to the velcro strap in the back. It's a little long, so it attached itself to my shirt nonstop. I didn't want to cut it off, just in case I wanted to overstuff the pouch. Instead, I just attached a rectangle of material that I cut out of a really crappy beer coozy. The protects me from the velcro, but keeps the easy to grab extra length.
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
"Study to be quiet." - Izaak Walton 1653
"Be sure in casting, that your fly fall first into the water, for if the line fall first, it scares or frightens the fish..." Col. Robert Venables 1662
As age slows my pace, I will become more like the heron.
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.
Beware of the Dogma