Forest Station— a bluegrass band with angling roots in both Bozeman, Montana, and Jericho, Vermont– just recently launch a brand-new tune that any fly fisher can connect to. (Lines such as “I attempted brand-new flies a lots times, and none appeared to work” may strike a little too near home for a few of us.) “White Whale” has to do with what encourages anglers to continue to stir their compulsive fires. Take a look at the lyrics listed below.
” A few of our music remains in that overlap in a Venn diagram of bluegrass and fly-fishing,” stated guitar player Eli Martell-Crawford, who as soon as worked for Simms Fishing Products. “Optimistically, we hope the 10s of dollars to be made producing fly-fishing bluegrass tunes and pressing them out on streaming music services suffices to get our mandolin gamer a brand-new tube of Aquaseal.”
This is not the band’s very first fly-fishing tune. The important “Hopper Dropper” (Listen here) off their launching album records the duality of a dry fly drifting on the surface area and a nymph hanging in the waters listed below.
“White Whale” and “Hopper Dropper are available on Spotify.
White Whale
Strolling down a cold freestone with the hot sun on attack
For the life of me I might not shake the monkey off my back
I attempted brand-new flies a lots times, and none appeared to work
Lastly, on a golden stone I felt the bastard jerk
Searching for fact on a river without any name
Down around the corner it’s burning like a flame
Losing my mind in the Rocky Mountain sun
I’ll discover my white whale before this old day is done
Old hoot owl peering out from the top of a Jack Evergreen
He informed me that bad things will constantly be available in 3
The bruiser ran away, he shook his head, he broke completion of my line
The owl chuckled and he made me slip
It’s what I get for attempting
Searching for fact on a river without any name
Down around the corner it’s burning like a flame
Losing my mind in the Rocky Mountain sun
I’ll discover my white whale before this old day is done
Standing in the water with the golden illustration near
Moonlight on the river bank and I ain’t seeing clear
By the spinner fall I made the call to never ever leave my post
I’ll browse and wander from sunset to dawn in this river filled with ghosts
Searching for fact on a river without any name
Down around the corner it’s burning like a flame
Losing my mind in the Rocky Mountain sun
I’ll discover my white whale before this old day is done
Losing my mind in the Rocky Mountain sun
I’ll discover my white whale before this old day is done
