I know this has been said before, but this is a topic that has been weighing on my mind heavily lately. Why do some people take fly fishing to such a serious level that it starts to impact the reasons we do it; fun, enjoyment, relaxation, stress relief, entertainment, etc.? I realize that many of us commit a lot of time, money, and energy to this sport we so dearly love, but we should never escalate fishing to the point of verbal or physical altercation as that (in my opinion) only reduces the fun.
Now, this does not mean you should not protect your watersheds if you see somebody being destructive or let somebody barge their way into a run you’re fishing. But, maybe try the tactful approach. Try to educate rather than degrade, or if it’s not worth the battle, just move on down the river. Hopefully karma and the fish gods recognize the right and wrong and give awards and demerits accordingly (you know, in the form of finned trophies or broken tippets). I am by no means an expert, but I do know that when I get pissed off it tends to have a negative effect on my day and my outlook on a day as I reflect back.
I’ll admit, I got to a point in fishing where the only goal I had was to catch as many fish as I possibly could in a day. I used to keep a spreadsheet of every day I spent on the water, every fish that I caught; the fly it was on, the time of day, type of water, the flavor of gum I wash chewing and the azimuth of Pluto. While I still enjoy catching a lot of fish in a day, my goal every time I pick up a rod now is to have FUN. It may not be for everybody, but I’ve gotta say I always seem to be in a better mood when I leave the river than when I got there.
The vision for this blog is constantly changing but we are starting to settle into what Whiskey & Windknots is all about. We want to focus on the lighter side of fishing, the fun side. That’s kind of what the name implies; not getting drunk and blowing a cast only to end in a rat’s nest, but sometimes you need to take a drink, sit back and re-tie. I know it’s cliché, but life is too damn short. The photos in this post are from days that I can recall having a lot of fun, some were epic fishing days, some were not.