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Burkheimer 7134

Posted in burkheimer gear, Fish Shit, shooooot, spey fishing, spey slam with tags on August 18, 2012 by heavymetalspey

A week from today I have my calendar filled with the words “River day with Dec” and I wanted to have this cannon with me. Big thanks to Chris from Burkheimer for dialing me in. If you want something made, bring a half gallon of Captain Morgans and talk it over. His work speaks for itself and the dude knows a thing or two about rod action. This 7134 is jet black, blacker than the blackest black times infinity. blackened nickle reel hardware, blackened nickle line guides and a spalted maple reel seat and some of the finest cork this side of a whiskey bottle’s prison door.. ridiculous. A bit off topic, I sometimes get the responses when I show it to someone or say something about them on the internet, the responses range from “it should be able to cast itself for that price” to “beautiful rod, I’d be afraid to walk it through the woods”. So check it out, These aren’t rods for everyone (although if everyone had an hour to cast one, that would probably change) they are expensive and they are heirloom quality. The fact is, steelhead fishing isn’t the most breakneck sport in the world, the lulls are often, which makes the highs that much higher but when you are spending so much time casting and watching the goddamn birds fly, it’s nice to look down and see that real heart and soul was put into something like this. Pride of ownership plays a role, we are a passionate group. Besides the fact that they are, in my opinion one of the nicest rods to fish and cast.

Cast a 480 scandi on it today- pretty silky.






Old shit is good shit

Posted in Fish Shit on April 25, 2012 by heavymetalspey

You gottsta check this out. Best of the best, seriously.


Fight the light

Posted in Bullshit shit, Fish Shit, shit with tags , , , , , , on March 13, 2012 by heavymetalspey

The extra hour of daylight has been a gift from above. It is impossible for me to outrun my work in the morning, so the fact that I have time to run from work and at least make it to the lake is nice. Today, the 13th of march, as I worked the double Spey, crackheads swam and Mosquitos flew. 48 degrees. The year is off to one hell of a start.


The new business

Posted in Chick Shit, Fish Shit, reading writing shit on January 19, 2012 by heavymetalspey

Spent a few minutes on the water this weekend with a new gun. The recently-redesigned 7127 from burkheimer. A quick little stick that I believe has dry line written all over it but definitely wasn’t opposed to throwing a 510 skagit. Originally when I had this rod in mind it was purely a summer slammer. Not so much the case

It turns out the little guy has some backbone and wants to fuck around in some winter water. So be it. This is the presentation series of their rods and it is awful prurty. Great cork, the wood and the nickel upgrades sit well and the finish on the rod is something that must be seen to be appreciated. Speysnobs can keep the door on the bus locked, I don’t want a seat… But Jesus…it’s sooo nice.

I’ll do some very serious field testing and report back.



It’s on

Posted in Fish Shit, hey bud, go fuck yourself., jose cansecofish, shit the bed in fear on October 19, 2011 by heavymetalspey

Designed to throw lead lines and roosters a country fucking mile.


The new hotness marinated in awesomeness

Posted in Bullshit shit, Fish Shit, hey bud, go fuck yourself., shit on September 12, 2011 by heavymetalspey


Shits mine, bucko.


Birthday day

Posted in Bullshit shit, Fish Shit on September 30, 2010 by heavymetalspey

Spent the morning watching the sunrise on the local river. Super magical. I had my headphones in and while I blasted double speys I blasted judas priest’s painkiller album. Which is hands down, one of the greatest heavy metal albums of all time. Sure my casts were as straight as rob halford and I didn’t hook up with any “British steel” but it was a good day. Birthday parties looming, family obligations and a onslaught of back pains- all got sent out to the quiet seam on the far side of the river. 3/4 through the tailout as I mended line while standing in water up to my guts, I felt something brush against my side. This “thing” I knew was very alive. I, in a startled panic (“startled” is a man’s word for “fucking terrified”) looked over while at the same time grabbing at this obviously bloodthirsty creature of unknown origin- rabies infested river otter? Perhaps a starving Aquatic mountain lion? Not quite. Instead it was 30 pounds of English fury. The goddamn pointer puppy had swam out to the middle of the river to check on me. Thanks, Hank- won’t forget that one. After that I took it as a sign to move. Along the trail I ran into a couple of hygienically and socially challenged fellas from parts unknown. After two minutes of their racially charged ignorance they inquired what the smaller salmon were in the river. I calmly informed them they were a species smaller than the king salmon- known in educated circles as “prince salmon” and that if they were to have any luck, they had to donate to a local conservation group and ask for “tips and tricks from the pros”. That will get ’em started.