Fly fishermen are only slightly worse than the Pro Bass circuit, we’ve got more theories and a better pedigree than Sir Isaac Newton, and enough bluster and ego to believe our own press ..
Anglers only tolerate humorists and artists for trodding on our beloved pastime – and then only reluctantly.
I say we need more of both, keeps us focused on the important stuff … lying to the Boss and stealing an extra day off work, developing an unemotional and scientific argument for yet another rod, and why you should be allowed to go fishing Sunday.
I’ve always assumed fishing should be like sex; four seconds of bliss followed by a lengthy apology – most of my outings bear witness.
Some folks say casting a fly line is art.
People look at me casting and call it a crime in progress.
I call it “aerial painting by numbers” and still can’t stay within the lines, after all these years.
Speaking of art and Pro Bass, I actually had a piece displayed at the Bass Pro Mecca here in Springfield, Mo. Of course, it was for recognition in the state Junior Duck Stamp competition, well before my piscatorial pursuits began and far away from the giant crank bait replicas found in the crank-and-heave section during the holiday season.