The purity of any pursuit is a measure of the fanaticism of those who engage in it. Believing in the proposition that it is a good thing in life to be white hot about a few things and to do them very well rather than dabble in a lot of things, doing them all adequately; I understand what drives people who like to build wooden boats in an age of carbon fiber, who climb cliffs without pitons, who prefer a stick over an automatic, and I understand why they scoff at people who take the easier path.
Personal example: luggage with wheels. Can't stand the concept. You know the idiot who stops right in the jetway after disembarking a plane and pulls out the retractable handle? The same jerk who thinks a coach seat is a Barcalounger and immediately leans back into your cramped knees as soon as the plane takes off? Real men carry their own bags and sit upright.
Which leads us to last week's imbroglio here at Reel-Time about whether this place should be renamed the Internet Journal of Saltwater Fishing. The debate wasn't about the relative merits or purity of say, bait fishing over dry flies, but whether this site truly focused enough on fly fishing and hadn't turned into a free-for-all where any kind of method was open for discussion, and that if it had, why not just call it a general fishing site and drop the facade of being a site for fly fishers.
Reel-Time's "tagline": the Internet Journal of Saltwater Flyfishing was with the site from the very beginning. The reason we picked fly fishing and not fishing in general was the belief that the web was a medium for niches, not mass media, and that the more focused the topic, the more relevant the site would be for its users. We like to think we were right. Those niches could also extend to the different geographical regions we serve. In that regard, we more accurately could rename the tagline to read: The Internet Journal of New England Saltwater Fly Fishing" The reason we stick with the original tagline goes beyond nostalgia for our early days: we continue to only publish features about fly fishing, fly patterns, and other content about fly fishing.
These FishWires try to focus on what is happening locally for fly fishing, but their intent is report on the location and trends of the fish, not the fishermen. If a guide or an ordinary Reel-Timer has a report of actual fish, then I feel it is fair game for inclusion in this report. If there is a big wave of 40" bass working Nauset Beach on the outgoing tide, I want to know about it, even it they were discovered by someone livelining kittens. I may not rush out to the animal shelter and load up on a bucket full of kittens, but I would keep it in mind when tying on a fly to fish in the Gorilla Hole.
The forums, well the forums are open. We've made it clear that Reel-Time welcomes all kinds, and that includes the most ardent conservationists to the most experienced commercials. The forums are the backbone of Reel-Time and in them, anything goes, as long as it is respectful, tolerant of other points of view, and related to fishing.
Last week's debate centered on guides who post pictures of clients holding whopper stripers that were caught on -- to borrow Bill Pew at Fisher's Tackle's term -- garden hackle, in other words: bait such as eels. I think some other guides, who only guide fly fishers, would like to see a "truth in advertising" rule enforced that divulged whenever bait-caught fish are posted or featured. Me, I'd rather see more pictures of women in bikinis holding fish, but that's a personal preference.
Then the debate sort of degenerated into the old "effete flyfishing purist" mudslinging that veterans of online fishing have seen for years. Class warfare in fishing is nothing new. Any good anthology of fishing stories will feature at least one or two humorous essays about fly fishermen with their noses in the air while some hard working blue collar guy outfishes and outfoxes them with worms. The movie that is blamed for driving a lot of newcomers into flyfishing -- A River Runs Through It -- has a character who, to the horror and amusement of the fly fishermen, fishes with a coffee can full of worms. He gets his comeuppance when his hangover causes him to pass out in the sun, cooking him lobster red with a sunburn.
As Mark Sedotti posted, this is the golden age of saltwater flyfishing. Think about it. Over the last twenty years fishermen banded together to achieve the recovery of the striped bass fishery. Techniques, patterns, and tackle have made huge advancements since the first pioneers braved ridicule and ignorance to catch the first saltwater fish on flies. Saltwater fly fishing is no longer an eccentric way to catch fish, but a fully accepted one, with challenges that no dry fly purist could ever imagine.
Give me a rod rack with my choice of weapon and I'll reach for the fly rod first. Not because it makes me look smarter, better looking, or more cultured than the guy with the baitcaster, but because it demands more of me as a fisherman. It may not catch as many fish, but I don't fish to keep score. It comes down to, for me at least, casting. That's what has me hooked, so to speak, and that's what continues to make fly fishing a delight. I'm a long, long way away from the perfect cast, but every time I go out I try to improve it a little more. That's where the fanaticism in fly fishing comes in, where I try to be as best as I can. Others may focus on the perfect fly, my fingers are too big and fumbling. Others may craft perfect rods, I like lifetime manufacturer warranties. And most of us do it to have fun, to get away from the noise, to bond with children and buddies, and to get outside in the "big room with the bright light" and wait, with the optimistic hope that only a fisherman knows, for that first tug and that massive moment when a fish is on.
Reel-Time news: Mark Cahill has designed a new special edition Reel-Time T-shirt just in time for the bonito season. Check it out. After Labor Day it goes away!
Enough of that. Let's get to the fish.