(Warning!!! This thread is meant to be taken as light-hearted ribbing...no flyfishermen were hurt in the writing of this thread.)
Okay...so we put in at the dam on the CR yesterday and we're floating down the river in our redneck fabulous 14' alumacraft in our cammo neoprene waders we bought off ebay, with our ugly stick's and 4lb test. Slinging our rods like we're fighting an onslaught of killer bee's and having a great time! We're catching tons of fish...none really to write home about, but still it's better than nothing.
We float past some fly guys and wave...nothin'. Blank stares. It's like we're waving in Chinese or something...
After fishing that stretch of the river till there were no more fish to catch we packed up the boat and headed to helms landing for a little wade fishing to finish off the day. We drove down the ramp and along the river bank, never entering the water with the jeep or the boat so's not to disturb the fishing area, and started fishing at least a 150 or more yards from 4 fly fishermen. We caught some fish and ended the day by landing a big bow. After about an hour or so at helms we turn around and exit via the boat ramp, again never entering the water, and there are two flyguys standing there staring at us like we just drown a sack of puppies. We wave and barely got a head nod towards us...but not a "hey howa doin'" head nod...it was more like the kind of head nod that Clint Eastwood gave to a another guy before he unloaded his smith and wesson on him in a shoot out.
I realize we're rednecks and you're gentlemen...we know the difference...your favorite movie is "The River Runs Through It" and our's is "Talladaga Nights"...your favorite place to eat is the Merryck Inn in Lexington and our's is any restaurant that advertises all you can eat...you drink evian water and we drink sam's choice...but we're just out to catch fish and enjoy the day...without ruining it for everyone else. We're not belligerent, or rude, and we don't ever poach another man's pool. Sure...we spit tobacco juice and eat pickled bologna for a snack. Maybe we're just touchy because we don't wear orvis waders (Sigmund Fraud would have called this "wader envy") and have lures with cool names like nymph and fuzzy grub. But man how about a little love for a brother of the trout fraternity.
So flyguys...the next time some knucklehead redneck like me float by with a sleeveless shirt, hawiian shorts, with a ale 8 one in one hand and moonpie in the other and says "hey man how's your day going" just pretend your happy to see me and say "okay"...that's all I'm asking.
Everybody enjoy the river and I hope you pull in some big one's whether your a classy flyguy or a redneck with an ugly stick.



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I enjoy seeing other people in the outdoors. Especially as fast as this world is moving today. I guess that puts me in the "Redneck" category. Although I ate Combos and Powerade. I have some class.