I never had a problem with the Dallas Cowboy’s until someone started calling them “America’s Team,” then I started to dislike them. While loyal to their cheerleaders, it wasn’t enough to remain impartial.
Now we get “America’s Fish” the Largemouth Bass. I always thought the largemouth was an entertaining and noble fish, now I’m going to be forced to hate them too. I’m assuming that since the Feds posted the statistics on fishing, some canny fellow has determined that we spend more money on Bass fishing, therefore it’s everyone’s favorite.
Good idea, but a poor application of statistics. That would make the Toyota Camry, “America’s Car” and Microsoft Windows, “America’s Most Reviled Operating System.”
I think the problem lies when someone tries to think for me, I get my hackles up and start dragging my feet, the object then takes on a sinister form, a conformist’s merit badge.
But that does beg the question, despite your involuntary shudder, is there an “America’s Fly ?” Based on the traditional Japanese “bubble pack” assortment it would have to be the Coachman, Yellow Sally, or the Parmachene Belle. Not a bad lot, but methinks it short of the mark.
It’s hard enough thinking like me, so I won’t think for you. If I was guessing, it would likely be an Adams. Steeped in nobility; two presidents, a biblical figure, and a pretty fair beer shares the name, not a bad choice.
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Having began my Fly Fishing Experience at the Sporting Goods section of Sears Roebuck & Co. in the ’60s, I put my entire faith in the Japanese Bubble Pack, and (considering the slim results), was never moved to try others. You mean there ARE others ? Let’s hear it for the JAPANESE BUBBLE PACK – America’s Blue-Collar Econo-Fly ! Girls used to like them for ear rings, too.
It ain’t just girls using them for earrings anymore, the last fellow I saw fishing those unstable quill wing specials – got his nostril pierced.
It was quite the fashion statement, especially waist deep in fast water.
K,
America’s Fly, like most of America’s best comedians, was born in Canada — the Muddler Minnow. Oh, sure, it got prettied up a lot when it went Hollywood, but it is still a fly that leaves fish gapin’ (Nudge, nudge…).
What other fly do we have that can be fished dry to simulate a grasshopper, retrieved wet or popping back to the surface to resemble an injured baitfish, or drifted wet in hopes that the fish will take it as a week-old stogie unraveling in the current?
I like the stogie angle, as I am afflicted by that noxious pastime. I have seen a trout rise to a cigarette butt, also a Black Bass, but never a cigar… I guess I don’t leave enough of them in my wake.