I dare you not to love this. They don’t do it like this anymore.
I dare you not to love this. They don’t do it like this anymore.
The folks at Orvis do such a great job of branding and marketing that it’s easy to forget that they provide the goods and apparel to enjoy such adventures. It’s like you are looking at images and watching videos that are the preview of your next vacation. That’s how it feels to me.
Their most recent video: “Through the Woods” is verification that I need to get out and about. Very soon. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did (watch it on ‘full screen’ for the full effect):
Contributing to the 1000 words, here is some background from Nate Gunn, the director:
This trip really came from a desire to create something that we could all really get behind. When chatting with Orvis about this project, we wanted to make it clear that this was somewhat of a short feature narrative, and that we weren’t out to just stand around and film a few guys catching some fish. On the flip side, I knew the project had to feel real and authentic, so naturally having the story revolve around two great anglers, Nate Leavitt and Spencer Higa, made total sense. With all those elements, it was a trip and story that I knew anglers could get behind as well.
The goal was for it to feel slightly documentary, but have much more of a stylized and cinematic approach. For me, Fly fishing films always seam to have this similar rhythm and feel. I actually really dig it, but I really wanted to bring something different to the table. Just taking it to another level really. There’s a lot of content out there and I wonder sometimes if what we’re actually saying is interesting. You know its easy to bring some killer gear down to the river and go get some pretty shots, but I hope people see the project for the subject matter and message. It’s not just an edit with some good shots and music, its about saying something. Every time someone watches one of my projects I really appreciate it. They’re giving me their time, so I hope in return I can give them something of value. If every angler said “man thats totally fishing” Id be a happy guy.
A lot of thinking, planning and scouting went into this thing. We had a real look we were going for. From the evergreen trees and rivers down to the the camera set up. I really wanted to shot on these beautiful anamorphic lenses, all RED Epic. We had a set out plan and shot list, we knew which character would play out which roll, but we definitely left a lot of breathing room to let Nate and Spencer have a good time and really enjoy the trip.
We shot this all over the east central part of Utah. Not far from Salt lake. It was mid June and we were chasing good light so we had some long days waking up at 3am and shooting till 10pm sundown, then offloading and talking about the next day till late. One of those shoots that really pays off when the footage starts to come together, but sometimes those shoots you suffer for have the biggest pay off and make all the difference.
In my mind, a good adventure can’t be completely scripted. Some of the best moments happen in between takes so we wanted to make sure we captured it all.
By this point, you’ve all got a couple of the critically acclaimed Player’s Shirts from Criquet in your closet. Now that the temperature is becoming a little more sleeve friendly, we’re teaming up with the Kings of Austin for a nice little giveaway. We are going to hook up one lucky reader with a gingham shirt, AND a long sleeve Player’s Shirt. Why is this awesome? The reason(s) are layered:
Layering the collar on collar look is a cool way to stay warm. Not to mention the casual feel of the outfit. This is one occasion where untucked is OK. Wear it over jeans or khakis, with boots or loafers, and you are in business.
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Thanks to the guys at Criquet for supplying the goods for the giveaway.
With every fall comes homecoming. That time when you head back to the Alma Mater to relive the old glory days with your pledge brothers and (usually) a free pass from your significant other. It’s as important to avoid getting arrested as it is to participate in homecoming. Those were some formative years, and should be celebrated with the old crew. And let’s not forget, the school needs your money. Remember, you aren’t 21 anymore, so dress like you’ve been there before. Here’s how to do it right…Ole Miss style:
From top left:
1. Sid Mashburn Navy Blue Blazer: It always starts with the navy blazer. And it should be a good one. Make sure it fits well, which will separate you from the most recent pledge class wearing their Jos. A Bank uniforms. This is the workhorse of the wardrobe, so use the pockets accordingly.
This seems very appropriate for today…no one does like Mr. Grizzard did.
Us versus Them, Gridiron Style
I was walking behind a friend and his wife as we entered the Superdome in New Orleans on January 1, 1981, to watch Georgia play Notre Dame in the Sugar Bowl. If Georgia won, the Bulldogs would be the 1980 national collegiate football champions.
My friend, a fellow Georgia alumnus, was fraught with anticipation. He was pale. He was nervous. He was perspiring profusely. No, he wasn’t. He was sweating like a Clemson fan trying to write a love letter.
His wife, noticiing his condition, said, “Calm down, sweetheart. It’s just a football game.”
He stopped dead. He turned to his wife, who had not gone to Georgia – and went to Bulldog games with her husband simply because she thought it was her wifely duty – looked her squarely in the eye and said: “It is not just a football game. It is our way of life against theirs.”
He meant that. I knew the man well enough to know he did, in fact, mean that.
It had something to do with Southerners against Northerners. Maybe it even had something to do wiht his Methodist upbringing and the pope.
Whatever, it was clearly Us versus Them. Us won that day; tailback Herschel Walker leading Georgia to a national title.
After the game, the cry on Bourbon Street into the wee hours was “Us versus Them” again, as in: “Y’all got the hunchback. We got the tailback.”
You can go into all that stuff about the pageantry of college football, the fact the players are unspoiled kids and not a bunch of millionaires and it’s a nice way to spend the afternoon with friends.
But with me and mine, and, with a lot of others, college football offers us an opportunity to circle our wagons and fight and kick and scream for our side against their side.
College football and allegiances are clear as an October Saturday afternoon. It’s simple: I want anything wearing red and black to tear the head off anything that isn’t.
We haven’t had a good war in over 50 years, one that wasn’t all tangled up in dissent and questionable motives. For all I know, George Bush was, in fact, more concerned about oil than the people of Kuwait when he ordered Operation Desert Storm to commence.
But when Georgia meets Florida in the Gator Bowl, when Auburn plays Alabama, when Ohio State goes against Michigan, there are no such nagging annoyances.
We were right and we knew we were right to wipe away the Nazi scourge and the Japanese militarists in World War II. And in the case of Georgia fans, we know we are right and want to beat Florida.
Our way of life against theirs. Clear as a bell.
Congress can waste your money, the president can lie to you, and your kid can wear an earring and watch MTV, but if your alma mater is 8-0, who’s sweating the small stuff?
I once risked my life because of college football.
In late August of 1985, I found myself in a hospital in London with a deadly infection of the artificial aortic valve in my heart. The British doctor said it would probably be necessary for me to remain there for six weeks’ treatment.
Georgia was to open its 1985 football season on Labor Day night against Alabama in Athens. I slipped out of hospital, caught a cab to Gatwick Airport and flew back to Atlanta.
When asked later why I would risk my life in such a manner, I said, I wasn’t about to stay in no foreign country during college football season.
Us could wen them all in ’93, by the way, or Us could lose a few. But, right or wrong, win or lose, always Us.
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