I’ve been reading fly fishing blogs for a while now, and I’ve been like a kid looking up to some old timey, bacon-y dudes that mostly talk about stuff that’s not fishing. Sometimes it’s drinking Rainier, sometimes it’s weird Americana crap music, somtimes its about how hardass it is to swing flies and not catch fish in shitty weather. It’s a lot like when I was a kid and the older dudes were standing around in driveways not doing much, and they were cool, and I was like, damn I’m not getting laid and they probably are.
Well, those dudes got together and started a big old fly fishing blog called Buster Wants to Fish. It’s pretty sweet and Underground Tom wrote up a good analysis of what Generation X means to fly fishing marketers with the subhead: BTW they hate your elitist ass.
But nobody asks why… Why is Donnie Beaver public enemy #1 in the blogosphere? Every fly fisher under forty wants to see this guy strung up by his balls, even though most of us will ever fish a stream this guy tries to string a piano wire across. Why does The Drake kill? Why mock the Barry’s?
I’ve got a theory, that goes back to a day I walked into a fly shop in Roscoe, NY with money to spend wearing a sweatshirt and half a beard and was ignored right out of the store by a bunch of tweedy dudes chuckling to each other. Who’s laughing now? What’s biting in Roscoe this month? Yeah…
This rant brought to you by Track Town Brewery, a Rogue Ales joint. It seemed more cogent earlier.