JC said, “And why do they sell so much Viagra to guys who kill things and the fly-fishing guys don’t need it?”
ez - guns are phallic. Hunting is about conquest. To some folks there is no difference between a woman and a Cape Buffalo.
Fly rods are like magic wands. We weave a sensual dance with them, casting a spell on our precious watery world for a few hours of sensual pleasure. Catching a fish is icing on the cake, but not all that necessary. It’s the dance, that luscious dance.
I guess a lot of fly anglers actually enjoy casting, tying, etc. more than they enjoy catching fish; but I can’t see catching fish as a “bonus.” Of course, I eat some of what I catch every now and then too…so I guess I’m a weirdo. I do enjoy tying and casting, but I wouldn’t do either if it weren’t for the catching. I enjoy the “contact” (albeit once removed by rod and tackle) of the hook-up and the fight. That connection…whether unseen from below the surface or that awesome surface take with a dry or popper…is what it’s all about to me.
As for the Viagra, I find the whole concept somewhat amusing. And I’ll bet the fly fishing community is just smart enough not to admit they use it too. What kind of a dork admits to needing Viagra? I crack up every time I see that NASCAR driver of the Viagra car on TV. They’d have had to pay me WAY more than they’d ever admit to in order to get me to be their spokesperson.
You said…“Fly rods are like magic wands. We weave a sensual dance with them, casting a spell on our precious watery world for a few hours of sensual pleasure. Catching a fish is icing on the cake, but not all that necessary. It’s the dance, that luscious dance.”
Is this something like, “Dancing with Fishes”?
Have you put this idea, past Kevin Cosner, yet?
~Parnelli
“Just what we need, another movie about Fly Fishing! Didn’t we learn our lesson, after the movie “A River Runs Through It”, was produced!”
[This message has been edited by Steven H. McGarthwaite (edited 08 April 2005).]
great idea, if only I could be the lead with the Hardy Angel as my…but wait, she could be my daughter - easily. Obviously, this movie would be an utter and futile fantasy. Back to tossing line on the water for me.
Fly rods are like magic wands. We weave a sensual dance with them, casting a spell on our precious watery world for a few hours of sensual pleasure. Catching a fish is icing on the cake, but not all that necessary. It’s the dance, that luscious dance.
Casting 8wt rods with sinking leaders and big bunny flies and jigs from a small jon boat in 30 degree weather in the rain to walleye and sandbass then killing and eating them for a shore lunch. I wonder what kind of music is playing for my dance.
PS: My wife’s expecting our 2nd child next month so the viagra thing is out.