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Apr 2 2012 9:56 am

Pulp Fly Volume One

Pulp Fly Volume One was released yesterday on Amazon for the Kindle (this is not an April Fool's joke, I swear to you). I know absolutely nothing about electronic books, but apparently you can read this thing without a Kindle. Learn how here and here. It is also apparently coming out in Nook and iBook formats some time in the near future.


Go here to buy it. It costs $4.95. Apparently it is the #8 #3 #1 best seller in the fishing category right now, which includes both printed and electronic books. Jeremy Wade, your reign will not endure is over.

 

I have a piece in Pulp Fly Volume One. It features everybody's favorite weirdo, Frank. You can read more about Frank (and even Nelson Rockefeller) here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here and here.

 

And to give you a better idea about what Pulp Fly Volume One is like, I've taken the liberty of excerpting my favorite quotes from each piece in the volume, in order of their appearance in said volume. The number or length of quotes excerpted does not necessarily represent my opinion of a piece, but probably rather something like their quotability. And if I found one quote really striking, that's the only one I grabbed. Though I should say that Ralph Bartholdt's piece, "The Least of Things," is probably my favorite.

 

Matt Dunn: "Frank was alone on the road in the dark heading north and ten minutes out he fished a pill from the pocket of his jeans and slipped it between his lips and worked it to the back of his mouth and pulled a can of beer from the six pack ring on the passenger’s seat and peeled the tab and it foamed up and he had to hold it out awkwardly and stretch his head out over the can and purse his lips to slurp the foam and finally he got to actual beer and swallowed the pill and forgot about Lisa and forgot about her mom and by the time he hit Newaygo he was feeling pretty good."


Bob White: “The bat shrieked as it hit the water and continued screeching as he reeled it in. He cut the tippet well above the big Hexagenia pattern and watched in silence as it floated away struggling in the surface. When it reached the bend, the big fish took it in a swirl that sounded like a calf being tossed into the river.”

 

Davin Ebanks: "The next few seconds unfold like frames in a poor animation. The fish seems to elongate, stretching into a dark blur a split-second before I hear the explosion of its departure. Line is jumping through my rigid fingers, disappearing in a series of frozen scribbles in the air, like the squiggles you see after trying to write your name with a sparkler."


Michael Gracie: "'Cool! I was told to come here for tackle, but do you have any tips for a newbie?'

 

'Tackle? Dammit kid...tackle is for bait fishermen! Do you have a clue what we’re doing here?'”

 

Alex Landeen: "Leah thought about someone throwing vegetables at her while she was trying to watch the television or read a magazine and laughed to herself."

 

Bjorn Stromsness: "He looked hard at that fish. So many times released fish almost instantly were obliterated as a clear and distinct memory. He wanted to remember this fish, and so he held it just below the
surface, trying to make an enduring image."

 

Alex Cerveniak: "Every fight started the same. Some arguing, I’d get shoved in the chest, I’d shove back, and then punch them in the throat. I never meant to punch anyone in the throat; I guess I just had bad aim."

 

Ralph Bartholdt: "I was making things up. It had been a while since I called someone to fish and I had forgotten how."

 

"My dog, a small pointer who preferred to sleep out here among the scents of summer - the waders, fly boxes, the boots with silt stuck in their soles - drummed a tattoo with her stub tail on the floor. Her eyes waited for a kind word as I stood blankly in the doorway with the last cast of autumn now a tactile disconnect like a dream in which you're savoring a three course meal, but you wake with a taste of dead spiders in your mouth."

 

"I had my hair cut in a shop north of town and the barber recommended shampoo she had on a shelf. I used it for three weeks and nothing. My dandruff hung on like the winter, big as field mice, white as the owls that came down from Canada to chase them."

 

"Around the middle of February I started running as a means of exercise and to stave off gunfighter intentions. I was beginning to crave loud noises and the smell of cosmoline."

 

"The afternoon was sheet metal and the water was higher than we imagined. He made a long, awkward cast and his streamer smacked the current like an appliance. He turned to grin at me.

 

'Tank parts,' he said."

 

[ED. NOTE: fucking tank parts dude]

 

Bruce Smithhammer: "This is not to be confused with the sort of ego-driven blood lust and trophy focus you see so frequently depicted on 'horn porn' hunting shows, or their fishing equivalents. It has nothing to do with a feeling of superiority over another species, evidenced by the fact that, more often than not, I am left empty-handed, feeling decidedly inferior."

 

Matt Smythe: "High-speed, low-drag. The combat mind."


Pete McDonald: “'When you called last night, you....you told your father to lick genitalia.'

 
'Suck balls Jackie,' Rory’s father had stormed in from the patio. 'He told me to SUCK BALLS!'


Rory threw up his hands and walked back to his old bedroom and saw the day’s inspirational note from his Dad. It read, 'Underachievement is not a form of rebellion.'"

"'I should get a job.'

 

'Nah, we should go to Everglades City.'


Rory pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it on the bar countertop. It was in a woman’s handwriting and displayed a series of numbers corresponding to the players at Dania.


He took another sip, 'The Rod & Gun Club is cash only.'


'We’ll need a week to get the tide patterns down.'


'Can your dad give me a job?'

 

'He thinks you’re sleeping with my mother.'”

 

Thanks to Bjorn Stromsness for getting the ball rolling. Thanks to Pete McDonald for getting me involved. Thanks to Pete and Bruce Smithhammer for editing Pulp Fly Volume One. Thanks to Michael Gracie for doing some electronic stuff (?). Thanks to Kirk Deeter for writing the introduction.

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