Shane,
Wonderful post. I especially liked the following, "I strive to be a well rounded fly fisher."
I know that you really don't know who I am and we have limited space here, but in reality I have fished all my life. Until I was nine I hung out with my navy father in a little rented boat, in the back bays of Chesapeake Bay catching flounders and croakers near Norfolk. As a small boy, after my parents divorced when I was ten, I spent Huck Finn like summers on my grandmothers 40 acres in northern Michigan filling buckets with pan fish and chasing the mystery fish (read trout) in the Middle Branch of the Muskegon near Marion. I hunted with my grandpa every winter for bunnies in a shack with no elecricity, a good old out house (try dragging your ass out to one of these in the middle of the night in January!), just the beagle, the old man, and me...Paradise really! All we spoke of was when I would be old enough to hunt deer.
I have fished pretty much all forms of fly fishing, including what my old dry fly buddy used to call, the "black art" of nymphing. When he first took me out years ago, he told me on our first week that he was going to show me everything and everyway to fish and I could make up my own mind. I know all about the Michigan Big Ugly because I've tied it and rolled some nice trout with it.
My buddy tied my first flies for me, built my first rods, and called me in the middle of the winter, when he knew I was watching Hockey Night in Canada to see if I was practising my knots. "Damn it Spence, I'm not tying the damn things on for you! You will need to do it nearly blindfolded, in the twilight, with 20 mosquitoes biting you on your knuckles...Now get to it!"
So, I'm not really picking a fight here. I'm just thinking out-loud among a forum or community of fellow anglers about where we may be as fly fishers. What does "Flies Only" mean now on the old Au Sable for example? Single barb? Use of a fly rod? What? I'm just saying the line has been blurred and maybe, if I was being honest, some tradition has been strained. One of the nicknames my friend tagged me with is "Mr. Lore"...Knowing all the ghosts of the river, the old river-gods, the history of a local pattern etc, he would say, "Won't help you catch more trout." But I think it may make me a "more well rounded" angler to paraphrase you.
Our sport has had streamers around for a very, very, long time. The great Joe Brook's stone was so weighted that if it hit you in the back of the head it would nearly knock you out! This stuff pre-dates Spence, I guess I'm just...Concerned a bit. I wish that some of the old guard were still with us and that they just might tell Spence to "shut up kid and fish! You will only swallow flies with your mouth open...and if your fly isn't on the water, or under the water, you won't catch a damn thing!"
I think some times that I'm somewhat divorced from reality a bit...I have questions even if the answers are sometimes painful...Self knowledge...Looking at yourself/ourself in the mirror is difficult etc.
I have questions about non-native species that we have placed every where in the world for example. My beloved Au Sable used to only have Grayling in it...The Bows, Browns, and even the Brooks were placed there in the late 1800's. I hate the word "managed" when I hear the word used in terms of nature...I think it's just another term used by those, who really have no clue, when they are trying to distract us from what is in reality exploitation.
Think of this one...Some of the species we hunt in this state didn't exist in any numbers where they are at, if it wasn't for the logging era. They moved in after the habitat changed and now we have interests that want to manage forests to maintain the populations of species that wouldn't exist there if it wasn't for the ax. What is "wrong" with an "Old Growth Forest"? The things we like to blast don't like living there...We can't exploit the damn thing.
Anyway! Call me Mr. Dialectic I guess...I'm just sticking a stick in the pile of you know what!
I have had other posts where we discussed my territorialness. Maybe I just don't like humans much especially when they are cast and blasting through my "made-up" "phony" solitude...My "secret" hole, that's not so secret...I'm not really in a forest...Hell! I could be back at the car in less than 15 minutes! In a couple hours I'm back in Detroit...Maybe I'm just bemoaning what I think may be our separateness from good old, beat up, mother nature.
Shane. If I get a free moment I'll send you a short (I promise) email telling you a couple great Michigan Big Ugly stories...What was that old thing that used to be floated around about the evolution of an angler? Maybe it really is somewhat elitist to judge...Maybe if I can somehow become non-judgemental I will have reached the highest plane of the evolution of an angler...Nirvana!...Shane...Maybe the problem is Spence?! He! He!
Thanks for your very thoughtful answer mister...Tightlines! May you and I learn something new every time we dip our waders in a stream!
Spence
"Even when my best efforts fail it's a satisfying challenge, and that, after all, is the essence of fly fishing." -Chauncy Lively
"Envy not the man who lives beside the river, but the man the river flows through." Joseph T Heywood