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As it appears from a comment in the Fly Fishing Forum section that Robert Heal is getting bored with February and to make DuffinBoy's warning about getting what you wish for come true (gotta keep Duff honest) forwith is Loopy's Lair...
Yup, whilst DuffinBoy and the rest of ya all are hard at work trying to make a buck, this is where the Loopster spends his days duirng the blah months of the winter. It is a place where Mrs. Loopy dares not go. A place where Loopy can play all day with his "preciouses"
hidden from the view of all but the most ardent voyeurs willing to perversely peer through the basement window. And knowing the perverse sort of charachters that regularly frequent the Hip Wader postings, Loopy is willing to expose all...
Full frontal:
A "buck" rabbit with pink booby earrings. Needs a name. Perhaps a contest is in order. Nearby is Father Tom, who rarely gets to go fishing any more. Not much call for administering the last rites.
And in this corner...
As you can see, Loopy needs to keep his spirits up and like any good nest has a ready stash of refreshments on hand, Low Flyers, Teacher's for professional purposes, and single malts when the tying gets tricky. The Hound from Hell looks down. Sadly she crossed over to the far bank this past summer and she chases rabbits there waiting for Loopy to eventually join her. Not that Loopy is in a hurry to go fishing on that far bank. But it will be nice to have an old friend there when he does. The old crows were made by Loopy's Mother and are there to inspire him to achieve his retirement goals of becoming a grumpy ol man. The cowbells are for whenever DuffinBoy decided he needs em. The fly box interestingly enough is a cheap ol plastic thing that Loopy picked up at a yard sale filled with flies circa 1950/60. Right up there with some newbies tied by the One Whom Sall Never Be Mentioned.
And, in the other corner...hackle mostly
Himalayan Goat skin. Best material for creating backs on streamers. Loopy found this treasure in the back hills of Simcoe County. He obtained it from an old Gypysian Nepalese lady who had one eye looking at Loop while the other eye was looking for him. Paid the princely sum of $2.00 Canadian for it. Enough material there to make about a cazillion flies thereabout. Anybody need any Himalayan Goat? In the background is Loopy's testing area. 
Fly boxes and fly storage cabinet. 
Now for your perverse pleasure? A look into Loopy's drawers.
Gotta have some mags...
Baskets of yarny type materials...
Stuff, tools, and dubbing, oh my...



Some flys ready to go. Loopy has been working on pattern variations this winter.
The other side of the lair, hooks, maps, library, tv, a little music...The club is from Loopy's first ever set when he was a wee 12 year old. Bought with paper route money. The gun is Loopy's first twenty-two. A single shot that Old Man Loopy gave Loop, Old Man Loopy used it as his first gun and received it from his Old Man Loopy. The loop shall end with this Loopy as the present Loopy is loopless, so to speak. The fly rod is the first graphite rod that Loopy put together with his own little hands, sitting alone in his cabin on the lake during the tormentous darkness of a Longlac January. For adding the guides used a huge stack of books to act as thread wrap tension controllers.
Fur drawers, reel cabinet, books, and leader tying station.
Ya can never have too many hooks.
And in case that ya were beginning ta think that Loopy's Lair was only about fly tying and drinking, there is also this....a driving mat and net for that other aspect of Loopy's life....

Okay, Duff did this fit yer description of better watch out what you are wishing for? And Robert, hopefully you won't complain of bordeom, cause Loopy still has his family photos of last summer's reunion with the exciting potato sack races. He would be happy to share em with ya.
Finally, ya all have a good day at work. Loopy must retire to the drudgery of his lair. Gotta git an ice maker for it, though!
Last edited by loopy (2010-02-09 08:01:20)
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Now that kicks A$$!!!!!!
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I was right there with loopy, right up until the golf net 
Great setup and it looks to me like TYING NIGHT AT LOOPS. WAHOO. b
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Wow Loop, your castle makes my little tying station seem like a kindergarten cubby hole! And I love that you have the golf ready to go right near by. All the bases covered!. Now how can I convince my wife to let me keep a few bottles of the 12 year old in the office.....
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All ya gotta do Robert B. is turn yer office into yer wife's worst nightmare and she will never visit. Mrs. Loopy will come down into his lair but usually she has some form of back-up. Or, her back up. Then stock up with gum and mouthwash! Not that Loopy would ever do that. Remember though, cocktail hour begins at 5 pm. Loop judges that by following Jackson/Buffet's it's gotta be five o'clock somewhere.
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Holy cow Loopy , I've seen flyshops with less stock . Kudos on a kick @$$ man cave !
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Tie a fly, whack a dozen balls, shoot a tin can.
That is some mannly s--t.
Hey Mom, can I go over to loopy's to play?
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As impressed as I am with (in no particular order), the close proximity of the beer fridge, the lineup of Malt beverages, the Jackalope, the hording of tying supplies, a hanging Mr Froggy, a selection of cowbells, fishing club stolen property and a retired Priest, I can't help but notice the upside down Canadian Flag, the international sign of Distress.
I fear this is the faint cry for help of a man with too much time on his hands.
I understand now why the Loopster refers to himself in the third person.
And where are you hiding the real Mr McAULEY?
I suspect that net has nothing to do with golf but is in fact a trap set up by Mrs Loopy.
Just some observations from an envious man at his desk who can't wait to retire and spend his days tying flies, sipping a dram and filling his drawers.
of course.....Depends
DuFf 
Last edited by DuffinBoy (2010-02-09 10:42:19)
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Third person? Holy Sybil Duff, Loopy thought there were only two, him and that other guy. The other guy is there somewhere but regular dosages of malt keeps him somewhat subdued. If a third guy shows up Loop might have to resort to chemical substances. As for Depends..don't knock em until ya tried them. Gives a guy extra tying time at the table and in a pinch, a pinch of Depends acts as some fine dubbing.
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kick ass, I've just got a desk, shelf and a couple nails in the wall. I gotta start getting things together. First thing is to find me some Himalayan Goat, stuff looks like it might tie some nice flies. Wonder if I can find any around here...Time to look for the local gypsy stash.
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kick ass, I've just got a desk, shelf and a couple nails in the wall. I gotta start getting things together.
Don't worry Matt, that's how it starts.
When you are as old as Dirt like Loopy, you will have a Lair and be filling your drawers too.
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Great set up Loopy.
I am slowly evolving "our den" into my lair. True deception takes years.
I missed the priest, but did notice the distress signal right away.
"And where are you hiding the real Mr McAULEY?" reminds me of far away. Loopy doesn't know a Mr McAuley that taught in Frankford (or Bayside) in the early 70's. I can picture a face but can't remember which classroom he was throwing me out of.
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Ahh, can't be the Mr. McAuley that Loopy is familiar with. That Mr. McAuley in thirty years of teaching never once threw a kid out of his class. That Mr. McAuley was of a firm opinion that misbehaving scoundrels needed to stay and endure the education process rather than escape to the friendly confines of the hallway or principal's office.
Also it was sometime in those early 70's that Loopy was in his emergent stage.
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Sorry Loopy.
DuFf did call you old as dirt, and my Mr. McAuley was in his first year of teaching when I met him. I have trouble doing the math when it comes to my age. (I can't be that old yet!)
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WJG, Loopy's emergence was a catacylsmic rising following several instars throughout the 1960's. Or at least that is how the other guy remembers it, sort of. As for Duff calling the Looper old as dirt, perhaps Mr. Duffin mixed his simile with his adjectives and meant to say dirty, old? In either case, Loopy has learned that sticks and stone thing.
Last edited by loopy (2010-02-09 14:54:03)
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Well..at least you have Lagavulin 16yr old.. Slainte!
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Gee loopy, didn't any of these keen eyes on here spot the photo of you holding the ultimate Ontario game fish??
Nice lair for sure. I dig the .22 up there too, nice touch! Some of the best things in life are those that hold so much sentimental value, I can sure relate to that.
Thanks for sharing!
Rob
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DuffinBoy wrote:
kick ass, I've just got a desk, shelf and a couple nails in the wall. I gotta start getting things together.
Don't worry Matt, that's how it starts.
When you are as old as Dirt like Loopy, you will have a Lair and be filling your drawers too.
I won't mind the lair, looks like fun, but I think I'll skip the drawer filling part if I can though. 
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Rob O'Reilly wrote:
Gee loopy, didn't any of these keen eyes on here spot the photo of you holding the ultimate Ontario game fish??
Nice lair for sure. I dig the .22 up there too, nice touch! Some of the best things in life are those that hold so much sentimental value, I can sure relate to that.
Thanks for sharing!
Rob
Yah, amongst the buffet of tying material and paraphernalia I noticed the 2 handed gar pose pic.![]()
Great crib...
Latham
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If you're filling your drawers I don't think retirement will be that pleasant.
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very nice loopy! I need to get the at least temporary tying room set up in the new house very soon. havent tied a fly in at least 3 months. Really need to get some stuff done. Maybe off to home depot this afternoon for more pegboard and 1X2's..... Or maybe just get some 2X4's and start with the real future tying room in the basement!
Mike

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Kinda reminds me of Bran Fritters shop.
Great man cave. All that's missing is a humidor and some rum and I'd move in.
Latham- kinda beats your storage space under the stairs...lol
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ccc wrote:
Latham- kinda beats your storage space under the stairs...lol



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