Fast forward to yesterday. I took yesterday off of work, knowing although it may not be the best day for fall fishing (sunny and mild) I was planning on hitting the home waters in hopes of enjoying what was sure to be one of the last nice days this year and perhaps to catch a couple of more fish on dries. As I arrived at my first choice, there was a pickup parked there, albeit with local plates. No problem, I didn't recognize the truck but figured one of the locals had the same idea as I did. My backup plan quickly fizzled as I drove by and could see two vehicles parked at the access. Again no problem, I know a stretch nearly as good and not as well known as the first two choices. As I drove over the bridge I got a knot in my gut. In my third choice, standing out like a dick in a women's locker room, was a Porsche Cayenne. No shit a Porsche Cayenne. It just gets better, upon closer inspection the
This brings me to my last thought. George Carlin once said something to the effect of any driver who drives faster than you are is crazy, and anyone driving slower than you are is a fucking idiot. I've noticed that this kind of parallels fly fishing. Anybody with nicer stuff than you or someone with all the goodies (especially on smaller home waters) new Orvis waders, wading staff, lanyard, vest, fancy wooden net etc. (you get the hint) is obviously either a noob or a snob or both. Conversely anybody in tennis shoes, cut-off jeans carrying an eagle claw rod from K-mart is either a redneck or a dumbass or both. Perhaps those were just my feelings, although I have a sneaking suspicion that many more of you (and you five people reading this know who you are) have had he same type of feelings at one point in time. I have recently decided (perhaps maturity had something to do with it?) that regardless we all share the same passion.
But I'm sorry, the douche in the Porsche Cayenne was too much........I'm just sorry I didn't have my camera