Eno SingleNest Hammock vs. Hennessey Hammock Review

Hennessey HammockI’m well into my second season of backpacking with my Eno SingleNest hammock, and as long as there will be trees in the forest, I see no reason why I would ever sleep in a tent again (which is somewhat unfortunate, considering we have five tents on the gear shelves).  The hammock provides the best night’s sleep I have ever had in the woods.  My wife has grown so tired of her sore back and my well-rested perkiness, she went out and bought her own hammock, and since it is her nature to be contrary at times, she chose a Hennessey hammock.  If you’re deciding between one or the other, I’ll take you through the things you’re probably thinking about and why they don’t really matter.  And tell you the one thing that does.

Price.  This is a push.  The Eno SingleNest hammock will cost you around $55, but that’s just for the hammock.  You’ll also need a way to attach it to the trees, so you probably want the slap straps, as well.  If you want to sleep without slapping mosquitos all night long, the Guardian Bug Net is another $55.  If you might encounter rain, the tarp is $80.  You can buy the whole system, what Eno calls their One Link Sleep System, for around $180.  The Hennessey Expedition Asymmetrical Zip hammock, on the other hand, is all-inclusive, for around $160.  You’ll get the straps, the tarp, and the hammock with integrated bug net.  If you shopped around enough I’m sure you could find them for about the same price.  I don’t the cost as much of a factor.

Ease of setup.  Both hammocks use pretty much the same system.  Strap attaches to tree, hammock attaches to strap.  The Eno hammock will come with carabiners already attached to make the connection to the strap, while the Hennessey won’t.  This really isn’t a big deal, unless you’re deathly afraid of knots failing in the night.   While it may take a bit longer to ensure the Hennessey is tied correctly, you won’t have to attach the bug net, since it’s integrated into the hammock.  The Eno Bug Net adds another step to the process, extending the amount of setup you will have to do.  I would give a slight edge to the Hennessey here, but only by a whisker.

Comfort.  They’re both comfortable as hell.  The Hennessey has a bit more room, but the material is noisier when you slide around during sleep.  The Eno is more of a cocoon, but less noisy.  This might come down to preference.  I’m comfortable in both.

Packability.  Both systems are roughly the same weight.  If you’re concerned about ounces, the Hennessey system is lighter.  Unless you don’t need the bug net.  Then the Eno system is lighter since the Hennessey bug net can’t be removed.

The biggest factor in my mind that differentiates one significantly from the other is the Bug net.  The Eno bug net drives me bonkers.  If I want to use the hammock like a camp chair, I can’t have the net on, because the zipper is in the middle, and when I sit down, the net comes in around me.  The net on the Hennessey, however, zips up the sides of the hammock and folds back nicely for a clear view of the camp.  The ridgeline on the Hennessey is always taut and provides a nice place to hang things.  The ridgeline on the Eno always needs adjusting, hangs outside the bug net, and I find myself wishing that weren’t the case.  The bug net on the Eno also cinches at the ends, and I find that occasionally, when the hammock gives a little bit, these cinched openings can come open, and I have to get out of the hammock, just as I was getting comfortable, and readjust them.  The constant tinkering with the bug net on the Eno, is enough to for me to say that my choice for camping during the buggy season, would be the Hennessey.

But any other time I would take the Eno.  The price without the bug net is much cheaper.  The Eno system is lighter, since I don’t need to pack the net.  The hammock sets up more quickly, with the carabiners a faster connection than tying knots.  And I like the feeling of being in a cocoon.

If I had to buy one, would I go for the Hennessey?  You bet.  But I’d also pick up the Eno SingleNest.  I’m crazy like that.

The Perfect Margarita

 

 

 

 

I don’t judge a Mexican joint by its taco.  If the margarita is good, everything else will be, as well.  The opposite is also true.

The proper drink is as follows:

1 jigger of tequila

1/2 jigger of triple sec

1/2 jigger of Rose’s lime juice

Splash of OJ

Shake and pour into a salt rimmed rocks glass.  That’s it.

There are varied legends of who invented the margarita.  Whoever it might be, God bless you.  My summers are brighter, my life richer.  I don’t think that’s going too far, do you?

Backcountry.com Now Selling Fly Fishing Gear

I’m a big fan of Backcountry ’cause I’m a big fan of gear.  So I was glad to hear they had ventured into the fly fishing gear business.  Their selection is small right now, and toward the higher end, so it will be interesting to see how their selection grows.  I must admit, however, I have my favorite gear stores like I have my favorite flies.  We’ll see how it goes.  Also, check out Backcountry’s blog, “The Goat.”  Great blog.

You can read more about the story at troutunderground.com.

Fly Fishing: 5 Ideas to Get Started for Less

Taking up a new sport can seem like a daunting task: What’s the best rod for the money? Should I get a fast action, ultra-fast, or medium-fast rod? Which weight should I get? What’s the best reel for the rod? Which flies will work best? Check out any fly fishing forum and you’ll find a hundred different, rather heart-felt, responses to any gear related question. I could give you mine, but the answers would be what works for me. We fly fishermen are selfish artists. The joy of catching fish is so enlivening, we become assured of our own greatness, and feel the need to share every detail of our successes, leaving out the unpleasantries of our failures. We should always remember that a ten-year-old can catch fish with a spinning rod and a bobber. The joy of perfectly slinging a fly under a thick overhang, a tight loop, the whoosh of the line, the sunrise on the water, the whisper of the current, are all just as magical as the catch. The truth is, you won’t feel the magic, until you learn to use your tools well. And you can learn to use any tool well.

Here are 5 ideas to help you get started for less, and get you out on the water worry free.

1. Don’t buy a new rod. If you choose to ignore this bit of advice, buy last year’s model. Right now, there are about 10,000 fly rods for sale on Ebay, 1,100 of which, are used. I recently saw a Sage Bluegill Bass Rod for $250 that had hardly been fished. If you have your heart set on a Sage rod and you want to catch bass, why wouldn’t you jump on it? You’ve spent hours deciding on the kind of rod you want, to the detriment of your lawn care, so spend just as much time finding the best used stick you can. Every year wanna-be fly fishermen get tired of throwing their flies in the trees and look to unload a gently used rod on the cheap. Gear heads also upgrade all the time and sell off old rods. Be patient. Sooner or later, you’ll land the rod you want.

Late last summer I was toying with the idea of picking up a new 6wt. Since I am unabashedly a Scott Fly Rod die-hard, I thought the A3 might be a nice addition to the quiver. I don’t like parting with money, often to the chagrin of my wife, and since I see absolutely no reason to spend $800 on nearly anything, $325 didn’t seem that unreasonable. But I knew the A4 was coming out soon, so I waited. A month later, when the A4 hit the market, the price of the A3 was nearly cut in half. I picked up a new one for $180. That made me happy.

(By the way, any fly rod will catch bass. I’ve caught plenty on the A3 even though it’s not supposed to be fast enough, or strong enough. I guess the bass were not smart enough to realize that I had the wrong equipment.)

2. A reel is just a place to hold your line. I have about three reels for every rod I own. You know what? They all work just fine. My $15 Pflueger works just as well as my $100 Ross, although I use the Ross more because I have a hat to go with it. 75% of the time I don’t need the reel to do anything except hold line. The other times, if the fish runs enough to get the line off the reel, while I may like the sound and smoothness of one reel over the other, they both have drag and turn in a circular motion. You should worry more about the quality of your knots than your reel.

I have never bought a reel new. Nor have I ever bought a rusted, broken, dented, or poorly cared for reel. Find one that works, and go with it. If you stick with the sport, you’ll certainly upgrade.

3. Don’t buy all your flies from a fly shop. If I’m on vacation, I’ll buy a couple flies from the local fly-shop. I think this is more to remind me of the trip, than anything else. If I don’t lose them, that is. Otherwise, I buy flies on the internet. You can find the flies you need for your area and the fish you’ll be hunting at Ebay. Example: The average fly at a fly-shop is what, $3.50? I recently bought a box of 100 flies on Ebay for $15. Admittedly, I might only use 15 or 20 out of the hundred, but I got a cool used fly box too! I see no reason for the beginning fisherman to spend $40 on ten flies, and $30 on a new box, when most of those flies will likely end up snagged, or whipped off the tippet. There will be plenty of time when you’re better to spend unwisely.

4. Do you really need waders and boots? I’m going to assume here, that as a beginner, you won’t be fishing big, deep, fast water, nor in the cold. If I’m wrong, than good luck to you. Watch your step. The river can be a dangerous place. By all means, buy the best, safest waders and boots you can afford.

If I’m right, then you will start by fishing like I do most of the summer. I don’t use waders or boots. I put on hiking shorts and Teva sandals. I’m not bothered by the feel of water. Now, I live in Ohio, and the water doesn’t get that cold, so bare legs and sandals works just fine for me. I do own two different waders. One, a thicker neoprene for colder weather, the other thinner, for higher, faster water. But I don’t use them much. I’m not a huge fan of being in a current up to waist. I also never spent over $75 for either one. I use my Teva’s no matter the weather. I used to use old sneakers, but they started to really smell.

Buy waders and boots if you must, but if you’re in an area where the river won’t get too deep, and the water won’t get too cold, think seriously about ditching them.

5. Only buy the absolute essentials. This gets tricky. You absolutely need a rod, reel, line, tippet, and flies. You will, however, be bombarded with a gazillion other do-dads that are cool, but you don’t necessarily need. When you’re fishing, you often need to trim and cut your tippet. You could buy the best snips on the market, or you could use the nail clippers you already have. You could get a hook honing thing-a-mabob, but your new flies are already sharp. If they aren’t, use a nail file. You don’t really need a lanyard, or vest, or pack do you? Make a lanyard with rope laying around in the garage and tie on smaller bits of rope to hold your do-dads. Remind yourself of this, the fish won’t know how cool you look, or how many gadgets you carry. They will only be tricked by a well presented fly. There is no gadget for that.

I’ve walked on to the first tee of many a golf course in my wrinkled shorts, and scuffed shoes. I’ve seen men pull out their new $400 driver and hit a dribbler 30 yards. I’ve pulled out my ten-year-old driver, with a little dent on the top, and hit it down the middle.

The point is this: a good craftsman doesn’t blame his tools. It’s not the driver- it’s the swing. It’s not the rod- it’s the cast. Deep down, you also know you’re not going to be able to throw a line 100 feet right away. Work hard, learn right, and fail better. Enjoy the journey.                                                                                                    

Setting Sail

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” -Mark Twain

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No Excuses

“Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.  To keep our faces toward change and behave like the free spirits in the presence of fate is strength undefeatable.” – Helen Keller

Getting Lost in Zaleski. Literally.

Our hike started well enough. We moved down the path at a pretty good clip. The leaves were still wet from the rain. The bark, a darker shade of brown. There was peace in the forest. Until my son dropped his backpack and said he would go no further.

What do you do with a ten year old boy who refuses to move when you’re halfway to the next campsite? I don’t know what you’d do, but I told him I was going to get to the next site before dark when the bears would come out.

That might not have won me Father-of -the-Year, but it got him off his butt.

He grumbled most of the way to a split in the path. We could either continue towards the next campsite, climbing and descending along the path, or take a service road that would be flatter and easier. That what was he should choose if he was tired and ready to quit.

I must have presented it wrong because he chose the service road. I wasn’t surprised, or disappointed, really. Even though I knew he could go further than he thought he could, he was still unsure.

We walked down the service road in silence. The sun had come out and the air was thick. We came to the intersection of the hiking path and took it west. Where I thought there should be a camp, there was nothing. When we turned around and went back towards the road, the grousing started anew.

We went east on the path and again, where I thought there should be a camp, there was not. When I said we would have to turn back, I had a mutiny on my hands.

We walked back to the road, took off our packs, yelled at each other for a couple minutes, shared a Moon Pie, drank the rest of the water, and pulled out the map and compass. I assured myself I knew where we were. But I had no idea where the campsite was. It didn’t make any sense, but I have that feeling a lot.

When I told the boy we would have to walk back down the road to the campsite we had come from, he started to cry. He refused to put on his pack. He said we should just camp there. We had no more water. That didn’t matter, because he wasn’t thirsty. What would we cook with? He wasn’t hungry either. I gave him a minute to come to terms with the idea there was no other choice. I won’t say it was pleasant five minutes, but he never tried to kill me.

At this point, our three mile hike had turned into four. And we were three miles from camp. And water. I gave the boy my hiking stick and we started walking. Somewhere along the way, he forgot how far we had gone, how far we had yet to go, and just walked. He put his head down and continued on.

When we were back at where we started, he said, “I never thought I could go that far. I’m proud of myself.”

I told him how proud I was of him. And how important it was for him to break through his limits. And what an idiot I was for getting us lost in the first place. He didn’t disagree.the boy in the woods

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