I think the key in these things is just not to worry about what others think... Fly fishing is whatever you want it to be. While I much prefer to use fairly traditional methods,I've got no problem throwing egg patterns, marabou jigs, and even occasionally a woolly bugger with a spinner attached to it on my fly rod. I call it all fly fishing, because that's what I think it is, and that's pretty much the end of that.
Motrout,
I actually had a good laugh after I read your post here. I mean this is a good way, honest! My little sister was born in 1970 and I was already 16. The rest of her siblings and I used to tease her as the princess was growing up because she had a pet phrase we had to hear over and over again from her, "You can't tell me what to do!"
I almost imagined her standing in front of me reciting your last sentence up there with her hands on her hips followed by her sticking out her tongue and giving me one of those rasberries where you make you tongue and lips make that pouty little sound..."So there!, Take that!" kind of thing.
You are absolutely correct when you say that fly fishing is whatever you wish it to be, but...If you and I sat down together to play a game of Scrabble, or Monopoly, or Chess and you decided we needed to change the rules because the games were too difficult or I was always winning, we would no longer really be playing Scrabble, Monopoly, or Chess...But some variation of those games...The new made-up versions.
I know that Mr. Salmo Trutta can be a very uncooperative fella and it is no doubt easier to stand in the middle of the river and tap him on the nose with weighted streamers (hence their popularity), but a streamer is an imitation of a bait-fish or maybe a leech...But of a "fly"...No. IMHO
Now. Since I wrote what I did the other day I started to consider some "gray areas"...We are so in to being PC these days and including everyone under our tent, that we may be accussed of lowering the bar, or de-valuing, or generalizing our sport in to meaninglessness...Or others would say only that old-school Spence is basically a snob when you peal away his layers...How dare that so-and-so try and tell us what's up here.
Fair enough. I was and I'm not telling anyone now what to do and I said that up above somewhere...I also said what was basically my opinion...That it may just boil down to semantics...You say Toe-may-toe and I say Toe-ma-toe kind of thing.
I streamer fish (mostly to smallies these days), but I call it "streamer fishing"...There's not much to it really other than knowning when to duck, :( and maybe a few good mends to get the bugger down to fish level..."Fly" fishing is a whole other ball game and I have watched over the years some very qualified anglers moved to just this side of smashing their rods with the frustration of it, but that's part of the game and to me what makes fly-fishing such a challenge and fun...But that's just me.
Not always, but us dry-fly-guys, would probably admit that our bigger fish of the season were taken between Brown Drakes showing up and the Hex. Probably toward evening or after-dark and that the bigger boys don't show themselves openly or feed on the surface as much as we would like during the daylight hours. There are times when the river-gods do seem to be shining down on us a bit...That's just the way it goes...
If you have read many of my posts you will remember that I carry everything in my vest and that includes drys, nymphs, and streamers and even "fancy-flys" those attractors that fall in to that gray area as well...Oh and a kitchen sink!
Spence
I forgot my "gray-area"...Hellgramites...The Murray's Hellgramite sure looks darn close to a wooley bugger I guess...Hmmm? :)
On another thread Tony & Kurt speak of their fly-fishing mentors...If you think Matt & I are grumps (our bark is louder than our bite...Really!) you should of met my mentor...During our "Tweed" dry-fly days I couldn't count a fish as caught if it hit the fly after it started to drag...Damn! :)
He was tough, but I got past it and I'm the better for it...He will begrudgingly admit these days, though its like pulling teeth, that, "Spence. He can cover a fish pretty well and his comparaduns are passable." Beyond that, I'm dreaming and won't be holding my breath! :)