Posted on February 15, 2014
Howler Ambassador Colby D Crossland spends most of his time tromping the Green River system keeping his clients amused and the trout scared. When he’s not behind the oars in Utah for Spinner Fall Guide Service, he’s bumping around to any location that has water, birds, fish, dogs, and amigos. We caught up with Colby to get the low down…
So, a quick google image search of “Colby Crossland” revealed at least 19 photos of different people’s mug shots. Is the name “Colby Crossland” a particularly lawless name or is this just coincidence?
I am not sure what that kid in Oklahoma is up to but he sure gets arrested often. Colby is his middle name, I am not sure if that matters. I wish he would stay out of lock up though. He makes me look bad. I thankfully have always been let out of the cop car before he drives to the station.
You recently tied the knot down in Belize. How do you negotiate a honeymoon location that also allows you to permit fish?
My wife is amazing, I am a very lucky man. I spent the morning of my wedding out wandering the lagoons around Placencia. I nearly stepped on a croc that morning. Most women worry about their husbands forgetting the rings or being late, she just wanted me to find some fish. She even had our reception at a pheasant club. Someone got shot that morning, thankfully it was not part of our party.
Who is the most interesting person who’s ever come on board your drift boat?
I guided a very influential evangelical leader for a few days. He is of the “God sent that crazy man to shoot up the school because of gay marriage” mind set. That is very outside my personal beliefs, and I honestly did not want fish with him. Spending a week with him was very interesting. We had some really good discussions. We did not change each others views, but I ended up really liking the guy. For having so much hate and fear in his heart he had a lot of love too. He really is a good guy who just has some mixed up beliefs.
Music seems to be a part of your life (and skin). Who is on the dial right now that’s inspiring you?
I have always had music in my life. When I was young my parents were both rockers–Bohemian Rhapsody was my first CD, I can still remember pulling the plastic off the case. Way back when CDs came in those long boxes. As of late I have been listening to Country and Hip-Hop. Whitey Morgan and the 78s have been getting some play, Scott H Biram is always my go to on the river. While driving, Subtitle keeps my wife and me both happy. Get Busy Commitee, Uzi Does It is the best party album ever. Old school country is just the best though. My middle name is Darlin, it came from a David Allen Coe song.
Rum or tequila?
Whiskey is my drink of choice when I am pouring, but I love boat drinks. So give me rum or tequila either as long as it is mixed with fruit, in a silly glass, has an umbrella in it, and lots of ice, you can keep the cherry. Waitress, I need two more boat drinks. Then I'm heading south before my dream shrinks. I gotta go where it's warm.
Tae Kwan Do or Tenkara?
I have never figured out the tenkara craze. I own one–its fun to catch some fish on it–Tenkara isnt fly fishing though. Fly fishing is all about casting for me. Tenkara removes the soul. Wow that sounded super elitist. I would never tell someone not to do it or that they are doing something wrong–it just is not for me. I also love fishing from a boat, and Tenkara just does not work properly from a driftboat. Tae kwan Do is in the olympics though, that is pretty cool.
Dwight Yoakam or Motorhead?
Oh come on, Dwight with no questions asked.
You seem to have two clothing options either 1) shirtless or 2) Howler Brothers. What do you dig about #2? Yes, this is the shameless plug section. Most gear for fly fishing is either designed for retired doctors or just ugly. Howler is rad, it can be worn anywhere. My dad got married in the Haystack Guyabara. There is just no reason to not look good.
Posted on February 13, 2014
We fashioned a rare, vintage 1973 Texas bait shrimp plate into a set of handsome License Tag Buckles. We are auctioning each of these limited edition buckles to benefit Coastal Conservation Association Texas and support all the good they do for our beloved Gulf of Mexico. Please visit our Ebay auction to bid on these buckles. #BuckleIt4CCA
THE BACKSTORY | We knew this was a solid license plate when we first set eyes on it, but we didn’t realize quite how special until a friend filled us in on its history. These plates were sold as bait shrimping licenses to commercial fishermen by the Texas Parks and Wildlife Department up until 1995, after which no new commercial bait shrimping licenses were available under a limited entry program authorized by the Texas Legislature. Since then, the TPWD and the CCA have enacted a buyback program to purchase bait shrimping licenses from willing fishermen in an effort to decrease over fishing, reduce bycatch mortality, and rebuild and protect the Gulf ecosystem.
ABOUT CCA TEXAS | "Coastal Conservation Association Texas (CCA Texas) is a non-profit marine conservation organization comprised of tens of thousands of recreational anglers and coastal outdoor enthusiasts. Founded in 1977, CCA started in the great state of Texas and has grown incredibly to a national organization. An unmatched breadth and depth of volunteer involvement has made CCA Texas the largest marine conservation group of its kind. CCA Texas has enacted positive change on all levels of coastal marine conservation and management, including a state net ban, gamefish status for speckled trout and redfish, by catch reduction for Gulf and bay shrimp trawls, flounder conservation measures, limited entry into commercial fisheries and Gulf fisheries management initiatives.
CCA Texas has been engaged in hundreds of local, state and national programs and projects related to marine conservation, such as initiating scientific studies, supporting local marine law enforcement, working to pass pro-resource legislation, funding marine science scholarships, initiating habitat-restoration projects, funding state-of-the-art hatcheries, fighting for quality and quantity of freshwater inflows for coastal bays & estuaries.”—From http://www.ccatexas.org
SHARE YOUR BID | Help us spread the word about this auction with a link or photo and #BuckleIt4CCA so we can raise as much cash as possible to help CCA Texas keep on doing good things for our cherished Gulf coast.
Posted on January 20, 2014
Photo and video from WMagazine.com.
Posted on January 15, 2014
Back in July we introduced you to RC Cone and his work-in-progress, Tributaries, a project examining international fly fishing culture through the lens of guides in the Bahamas, Iceland, and Argentina. We’re excited to announce that the Tributaries Fly Fishing Film has been completed and officially released into the world.
Fly fishing is a powerful current that unifies an even stronger worldwide community. Tributaries is a journey to uncover the commonality among different cultures, people, and water. It explores the contrasting experiences of three diverse guides—a Bahamian flats-drifter, a Patagonian trout bum, and a Viking-blooded Icelander. Watch three characters’ stories merge into one: a tribute to the world’s water.
RC Cone is a photographer and filmmaker currently living in Portland, Oregon (that’s where his bike is at least). When he was 18, RC moved from the flatlands to Big Sky Country and graduated from the University of Montana with a camera and a degree in Environmental Studies. He and his camera have travelled around 4 continents and dream everyday of new adventures. Get his latest updates on Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter.
Posted on January 15, 2014
We were stoked to spot Howler Ambassador Oliver White in the December/January issue of Garden & Gun Magazine! Gracing the feature article The Sporting South: Wild Escapes, Oliver sports the pelican embroidered Gaucho Snapshirt while stalking bonefish off Abaco alongside David Tate. The magazine features a write up on Abaco Lodge where Oliver has been running one of the finest fishing operations in the islands. Get to know more about this super solid dude in the blog post in which we first introduced him a couple years ago: Meet Oliver White - Howler Tribe Ambassador.
Posted on January 2, 2014
We have teamed up with our friends at The Inertia to bring you the "Call of the Wild"—a monthly series of editorial features that will cover every aspect of heeding the call.
It’s pretty simple: don’t be a jerk, and you’ll get along just fine. Photo: Tim Hogan
Hawaii is a beautiful place. It’s all of those things you see on postcards and in old movies: swaying palm trees, warm evening breezes, eye-exploding sunsets, and tanned, beautiful people.
But within the surfing community, there is a general feeling of morbid terror of the North Shore of Oahu. The proving grounds! Go back to the mainland! Bettah you go home! There’s talk of angry locals cutting leashes and busting faces for the slightest infraction. But it’s not true.
Sure, it might be true if you’re a jerk and you haven’t learned the general social-norms of both surfing and life in general, but that rings true just about anywhere you’ll ever go – it probably rings true at home. It’s pretty simple, really: Don’t be a jerk, and you’ll get along just fine.
1: Smile–First things first. Just like anywhere, being friendly goes a long way. Surfing line ups in general are pretty stolid places, save for the occasional hoot from that friendly guy that’s getting all the set waves. I’m always amazed by the lack of chatter when a bunch of people are doing something they love. Be that guy (or girl) that takes the initiative to make friends with someone you don’t know. Then everyone will have more fun.
2: Don’t be a wave hog–Honestly, it’s only really possible to be a wave hog on the North Shore (in December) if you’re a) a professional, or b) riding a WaveJet. You’re probably not either, unless you’re Corey Lopez. Then you’re both. But if, by some strange fluke, you find yourself at firing V-Land and you’re able to pick off all the good ones, give a few back. Let one go by for the person that’s scratching for every wave but just can’t get deep enough. It’s like Duke said: “Just take your time—wave comes. Let the other guys go, catch another one.”
3: Throw your shit away–Seriously. It’s really easy. Pick it up and throw it away. For the amount of tourists here, it’s actually amazingly clean, but there’s still garbage blowing around and stuck in bushes. Chickens peck at it, and when it rains, it all turns into a garbage mash of muddy awfulness that infects your already-infected reef slashed feet. It’s gross.
4: Learn to love roosters–You can’t kill them, so you might as well learn to love them. Roosters are known for waking you up at the crack of dawn with their yelling. Here’s the thing, though: it’s not just at dawn. It’s all day and all night. It’s just a constant background noise, like your refrigerator humming in the kitchen.
5: Be ready to take a couple on the head–It’s a sure thing. You will take large waves on the head, and it sucks. You kick out of these pristine, electric blue waves, exploding with happiness, then look back towards the lineup and see a towering, dark mountain approaching. Everyone that didn’t catch your wave is paddling desperately towards it, and most of them will make it under. You will not. And it will suck. Keep paddling.
Tell us your best North Shore experience (for better or for worse)! Share it in the comments section on this post at theintertia.com. Best one wins $200 worth of gear from Howler Bros, perfect for your next Hawaiian surf trip. Congratulations to Dominic Stone for winning the last prize pack! While you’re at it, take a peek at previous installments of The Call of the Wild Adventure Series powered by Howler Bros.
Posted on December 10, 2013
"Soon after I embraced the sport of angling I became convinced that I should never be able to enjoy it if I had to rely on the cooperation of the fish." This is actually an old fishing quote, but if you substitute the words "angling" for "surfing" and "fish" for "waves", the quote rings just as true.
If you can't learn to enjoy a day of fishing with no fish caught, or a day of surfing less than ideal conditions, you will be disappointed much too often.
Here in Oregon, with fickle waves and even more fickle steelhead, this is one of the most important things a waterman can learn. But on the right days, the rewards are so much sweeter because of the waiting. The heart pumping feeling from hooking a fish or catching a nice, clean wave is similar, and it's why people become interested in the first place.
The similarities between these two pursuits run much deeper than that, though. They are both activities that, although considered "sports", are done for reasons that often aren't competitive at all.
Posted on November 19, 2013
We have teamed up with our friends at The Inertia to bring you the "Call of the Wild"- a monthly series of editorial features that will cover every aspect of heeding the call. This month we're sharing five of the best road trips you could ever take (in our opinion), where the horizon stops being a finish line, and begins to become something to chase without ever expecting to catch.
It’s funny how immensely popular getting away from life is, and how prevalent that feeling is in the surfing culture. Photo: Haro
A good road trip is something every surfer talks about at some point. Surfing has a certain something, a certain je ne sais quoi, that just begs for the empty road. There is plenty of surf in places where creature comforts are readily available, but where’s the fun in that?
On a good road trip, at every corner you turn, over every hill you crest, there’s something unexpected. Even the boring stretches take on a sort of whimsical charm. When the light hits the cracked, white pavement just right, something strange happens. What was previously just plain old pavement burning in the heat of the day turns into a shimmering pathway to the unexpected. The inevitable boredom of a long trip is fractured, if just for a few fleeting moments. The horizon stops being a finish line, and begins to become something to chase without ever expecting to catch.
Three months ago, I packed a van full of stuff and a girl, then pointed south and didn’t stop. I’m still in the van. For better or for worse, it’s a trip, in both senses of the word. After watching Cyrus Sutton’sCompassing I was struck by a few things: how immensely popular getting away from life is, and how prevalent that feeling is in the surfing culture. “I’d credit Foster Huntington for creating #vanlife,” Cyrus wrote me in an email regarding van life. “Glad you’re feeling it.” I’d credit Doc P, I thought. But whoever it is that started the movement doesn’t really matter. What matters is where you’ll go. Like my favorite doctor used to say: Oh, the places you’ll go. You’re off to great places. Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, so get on your way! Here are five of the best road trips you could ever take. And of course, fill us in on your story in the comments section below for a chance to win $200 worth of gear from Howler Brothers, perfect for those fall road trips.
1. Canada to Mexico – West Coast (Vancouver to Tijuana, 2500 km/1500 mi-coastal route).
Take this road and find everything you’re looking for. Photo: Matt Bauer
The road from Canada to Mexico is beautiful. Things change from country to country, even when it’s two countries as similar as the US and Canada. The air smells different. Street signs have slight changes, and there’s some kind of something that lets you know you’re not in Kansas anymore. It’s still there when you get off a plane, but it’s been diluted by the global village syndrome – that oft-touted-as-a-good-thing term for the modern technology making the world a smaller place.
The coastline from Washington to Oregon is surreal in its visual beauty. It seems as though massive parts of the coastline have broken off and made their way out to sea before coming to rest in the shallows. The Pacific’s fury is unleashed on them, battering them with open ocean swells. But when Mother Nature is feeling pretty, she puts on a yellow sun dress and caresses these states with a gentle touch. Waves are everywhere, and due to the long coastline, they’re often empty. In between the giant, crowded cities of California lies mile after mile of empty wonder. As you move south, things slowly change. The grass on the side of the highway changes shades. It gets taller and has more ridges, grabbing your legs on pee breaks. The ocean seems less angry, and the sun is undressed by clouds more often. The waves get better, and the water, degree by degree, gets warmer. Beer is cheaper, and before you know it, you’re in sunny SoCal among the glitter and glam, feeling sweaty, dirty, and out of place. It’s a wonderful feeling. Next stop: Mexico.
Must Stop Surf Spots:.
Washington – La Push: Probably not worth the trip in the dead of winter. La Push swallows as much swell as the ocean can throw at it, and in this part of the world, that’s a lot. But find it on a good fall day or with something in the water in the summer… you’ve found a chilly paradise.
Oregon – Lincoln City State Beach: Thumping beach break on those bigger days. The outside here holds larger swell, and there are plenty of peaks to choose from.
California – Trestles: Of course it’s Trestles. Although you’ll never find perfect Lowers with no one out, the crowds are worth the wave. And if you really can’t handle it, just head north or south for some other almost-Lowers waves.
Posted on October 17, 2013
We have teamed up with our friends at The Inertia to bring you the "Call of the Wild"—a monthly series of editorial features that will cover every aspect of heeding the call. This month we're reflecting on Fall as the leaves begin to change color and a bit of nostalgia creeps in.
I have mixed feeling about fall. On one hand, it’s beautiful—everything is changing colors from that dry August tone into the deeper, darker hues of autumn. The air is tentatively feeling sharper, as though it’s testing the waters before it makes a decision to jump right into winter. Mornings are brisker, crisper, and clearer. A feeling of change hangs over everything, like the world is preparing for bed.
On the other hand, though, everything is dying. The leaves are the first to go, losing their color and clinging to the branches before they fall to the ground. Summer’s warmth isn’t quite gone, but it’s on its way out the door. Nights get colder, forcing either layers or walls for protection.
But one thing remains clear: Fall is a great time for adventure, for many reasons. Here are five of them.
Crowds. One of the worst things about summer is the deluge of tourist whales. They trickle in slowly at first, then the floodgate can’t hold them back any longer and they spill, flailing over each other in a writhing mass of sunscreen and umbrellas, into your previously quiet town. Of course, many towns need that influx of tourist dollars, but that doesn’t mean you have to enjoy taking photos of total strangers with four different cameras. As summer leaves like a wave receding back into the sea, it scours the beaches of the sunburned masses and in its wake, leaves just the locals gasping for air.
Waves. With the advent of the winter months comes the onslaught of winter swells. They march down the coast, banging into points and tripping over reefs, unleashing their power on your favorite break. You know it’s fall when the first of those big dark blobs pops up on the forecast. These aren’t the weak swells of summer—they’re the ones that get your heart pumping and keep your eyes open at night in anticipation.
Fires. I always love a good fire, but sometimes in the summer, I find myself making one purely out of habit. It’s too hot on those balmy nights to sit beside a roaring fire trying to look comfortable while you’re sweating through your tank top, trying to find that happy medium between reaping the benefits of the light and keeping your body temperature below the temperature of the sun. It’s a great evening—usually sometime in late September or early October (for me, anyways)—when you start a fire and realize when the sun drops that you can actually stand being near it.
Re-discovery. There are nooks and crannies everywhere, and for the most part, you need to see them more than once to really discover them. If it’s truly a hidden spot, you’ll need to check it on different sized swells and directions. Summer time is perfect for finding visual beauty, but heading back to that spot when the seasons have changed for the scenery and finding an empty wave breaking in the middle of it all is one of those things that words haven’t been invented for.
Reflection. Summer just seems like a time for fun, and exclusively fun. Parties, bikinis, cold beer, and warm nights pervade the warmer months. That’s all well and good, but there’s a lot to be said for the serenity of a colder, quieter season that lends itself to quiet reflection instead of sweaty drunkenness. Sitting quietly on fall’s porch for a few minutes and ridding yourself of the ringing in your ears after summer’s nightclub shuts down is like washing the dirt off your soul.
We want to hear your own favorite reason why fall is the best month for adventure! Share them in the comments section on this post at theintertia.com. Best one wins $200 worth of gear from Howler Bros, perfect for those fall surf trips. Congratulations to Brian Vincent for winning the last prize pack! While you’re at it, take a peek at previous installments of The Call of the Wild Adventure Series powered by Howler Bros.
Posted on October 4, 2013
Howler Sketchbook consists of installments from the sketchbook of Howler founder Chase Heard, generally sourced from his travel, brainstorms and the rigors of driving the Howler ship.