9.5% Unemployment and most are fly tiers

Cubicle wars If you’ve ever supervised others you understand how closely work resembles high school. Inkwells replaced by cubicles and communal refrigerators, pigtails a thing of the past, but the guy that dries his shoes in the microwave, or thumbs the donuts is a worthy substitute.

Come lunch I’d like to be in a happy place, tossing all the responsibility, and with brown bagging the new frugal, take my tasteful little repast into a unused conference room or break room along with a small sack of fly tying materials.

There to repel vegans and animal lovers, answer the questions of the curious, amaze onlookers, and dispense fly fishing doctrine to all those whose dad or grandfather did it years ago, who were always interested, yet never picked it up permanently.

Most tiers would be a tad reluctant, and with good cause, but I find the exercise both relaxing and productive, more focused than the casual version done at home. Time and space are constraints, but the tinkle of the brook and vision of soaring pine trees can make a marginal stress-filled afternoon seem less so, so I keep doing it.

Every couple of weeks I empty out my kit and the flybox and find seven or ten dozen more flies to add to my already cramped vest.

But with all the perils and restraint due the workplace, you should always be low on the radar, alert to avoid complaint or fur-induced adverse action.

The Sacred Tenets of Workplace Fishing

Practice casting or instruction in the parking lot is fine, just make sure you have an old line that can take the abrasion, and don’t mind the labels “Creep” or “Weirdo.”

Nobody likes being seen as a beginner, especially the well tanned, coifed, and fit. Start the lesson after most of the folks have left for lunch.

Recognize the evangelical before you’re in a discussion you can’t win. Animal freaks and Vegans disguise themselves well, they could be your Boss, or even your Boss’s Boss. Their zeal gives them away quickly, so point out that nearly all your materials are synthetic – even when there’s hide visible or whiskers attached.

Despite their beliefs, most have little knowledge of animals outside the freezer section of the store, or their cat – and having never turned either inside out, they’ll be fairly clueless.

If the Office Babe shows an interest, everyone at the table will be as talented and interested as you are. Loosen the reins and let the suitors trip over their shoelaces, it’s like guiding – with the clients ignoring your advice, and always a great show.

“Timmy” the obnoxious kid from High School is now Tim, but if one of the gals shows fear when shown a pheasant skin, or is repelled that it’s a dead-anything, Mr. Tim will chase her around the office with it. Keep the dead stuff close to you – even closer if an eyeball is visible.

Find a quiet corner so you can avoid most of the traffic, even the most hardened fly tier will tire of answering the same question over and over.

Yes, that’s a dead thing, yes, fish eat this, no, I don’t always keep them, yes, that hook is sharp

Your most interested spectator will be the guy that never brings donuts, the lunchroom Ghost. By feigning interest, he can keep an eye on unattended sandwiches, unwanted chips, and what few donuts remain.

Only bring enough materials to tie a single pattern. At most you’ll finish five or six flies, and few materials is fast to gather if you’re summoned for an impromptu meeting or calamity.

An occasional dust mote or loose feather won’t cause alarm, but a fish hook will be an issue. Only lay out a half dozen hooks at a time and return the box to the carrying bag, that way you won’t spill any and can account for strays.

… and resist the urge to imbed a couple in the remaining donut to settle scores with the Ghost. Just restore the donut’s luster with a generous dollop of fast drying head cement. It’s difficult to be sneaky when the entire pink box comes with the prey ..

Don’t be surprised if you unearth a kindred spirit, or a classic rod last used by someone’s grandfather. While most work sites promote sterility and conformity, fearing litigation, what you do to put money on the table is not who you are, and demonstrating same can have occasional benefits.

Just be real vague about key dates like the Trout Season Opener, so you can be sick again.

4 thoughts on “9.5% Unemployment and most are fly tiers

  1. Guys Flies and Pies

    Great!

    I’ve been thinking of doing this for years! wait, let me clarify…I’ve been thinking of doing this out in the open for years. A few years back I was in at 4am and would sometimes bring the vise along for an hour or so of early morning tying. I’m thinking of bringing it out into the light and tying at lunch, and, I’ve also contemplated bringing the rod to cast out on the green grass that has to be toxic.

  2. Don

    Packages of fly tying material (among other things) arrive at work all the time and the coworkers always want on know what’s in the package.”

    To my coworkers’ horror, I tell the truth.

    “Ooh that’s pretty, what is it?”
    “This stuff? This is seal.”
    “Baby seal?”
    “I guess so.”
    “You mean, someone clubbed a baby seal for you?”
    “I don’t know, I suppose it could have died from natural causes.”
    “YOU BASTARD! I’m calling personel”

    “What’s that thing?”
    “This is jungle cock.”
    “YOU CAN”T SAY THAT!”
    “Sure I can, in fact I just did”
    Oh yea, well I’m calling personel!”

    Now I just answer “I dunno, some fly tying crap.”

    I only tie at work on those weekends when I have to work and I’m the only one in the office.

  3. KBarton10

    Sounds much to familiar.

    I claim everything is synthetic fur made from milk soy, so when the fish eat it I’m doing them a favor …

    Stop giggling, it works.

  4. John Peipon

    On the other hand, I’ve been working with luddites for years. As a retread into a public water supply utility, I have faced the opposition from the opposite team where “real fishermen” use treble hooks, and live bait or something called (power) bait.
    Mostly, I don’t think that the challenge of fly fishing has sunk through the hard hat mentality. But wait, there’s more…
    Our office (di)staff, Tinkerbell and Princess Dingbat, certainly fit the cubical/PETA mold. Have I told you that I’ve gone bald?
    The good news is that I’ve only got about 3 years and a wake up to retire from this with a modest pension. And, I discovered long ago that it’s not a good idea to talk about opening day or where I fish when at work.
    By the way, that’s another great post!

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