Monday, October 9, 2023

10.09.23 Who's going to save fly fishing?

     If you're older than a tot, say greater than 50 years of age, then you no doubt remember the 1980's. The 1980's, where I spent my high school years, was such a cultural and technological phenomenon of creativity, innovation, and change. One of those things that arrived was MTV which changed the world of music. Some might say it wasn't all for the better. Akin to that, but years later, was when streaming came to light. What they did is is make access to music more accessible. You no longer just had the radio and the record shops to keep you up with the latest tunes from your favorite artists. Streaming brought a shift in the revenue stream from consumer to artist, and third party platforms benefitted greatly from that, like billions of dollars greatly. Left out was the originators, the creators, as everyone had a hand in it, and received a piece of the pie. 

     Ironically, the first video on MTV was by a band named The Buggles. Their song, "Video Killed the Radio Star" was a smash hit, pretty much a one and done for that band. But in that song, ironically, was a underlying message that technological change had affected what was once something we thought as creativity, and gospel if you will, on how music is created, distributed and enjoyed.

     Last week I kinda voiced my opinion on fly fishing shows, okay, The Fly Fishing Show, and how it maybe had, "Jumped the Shark". Times change, things change, people change. We see that in fishing. Fish change. Migrations change. Bait changes. Environmental conditions change. And in the sport of fly tying and fishing we see major changes as well, the innovators, who enjoyed the virginality of the sport and locations where the sport originated, get older, pass away, or move on. 


Stu Apte

    There are names, let's stick to saltwater for now, and I am sure I will miss several, who we are greatly familiar with and appreciative of as the innovators and originators. Apte, Kreh, Popovics, Pallot, Huff, Tabory, Wejebe, Gartside, Brooks, and Clouser. They had a clean canvas coupled with brilliant minds to explore all that is fly tying and fly fishing. They did it without digital imagery, like they used film cameras, without cell phones, no apps, no computers, no social media- Facebook, Instagram, and You Tube, and with only a few media outlets, magazines, local newspaper outdoor columns, and a few early television shows. That is where the legends were made and their hard work and dedication is seen as it has touched every corner of the sport we love and enjoy. 

     When we look at the "greatest" of everything, I think we tend to have a short memory, or, we weren't even privy to have seen the impact of any one person, because, we weren't even alive at that time. I first met Lefty Kreh in the early 1990's, when he was in his 70's, far after he had done his most innovative work and was active in the sport. Yes, he did the shows, his casting demos were always three deep at the pond, he fished, but I'm talking like in his early days when he fished with the likes, of Huff, Apte, Pallot, Popovics, and Clouser. When people talk of the "greatest", like say basketball and football, people get all kinds of up in arms because of the difference in opinion, and their experience, with said stars because it varies from person to person and generation to generation. Are the guys above the best ever? 

     There were legends, there were stars, and there were players. It's the same in fly fishing. There are legends, there are some "stars", and then the rest are anglers, like (the) average anglers. It's okay to be average. Most of us are, in most aspects of our lives. Middles class, or average, is what we strive for. But the problem with us, and in these times, is we try to live and become something we are not. It didn't happen back in the day. People worked hard. People lived within their means. If they couldn't pay cash, they went without. No mortgage, they rented. Car payment, no thank you, a used car will do. But, as we got away here in America of who and what we were, solid blue collar workers, we morphed into "keeping up with the Jones's", which is part of the damage of the fabric of our existence today.

     Let's just say we say that fly fishing in saltwater really started in 1970. It started way before that I know, an example would be Stu Apte, who started this back in the 1940's. But's let say January 1, 1970 was go day. Popovic's was just getting going with his fly tying. Lefty, who had been at it since the late 1940's and had already developed the Deceiver, was in full swing in both tying, fishing and writing. 

    From the 1970's to the 2000's many things happened in fly fishing and fly tying, especially in the northeast salty waters. Magazines popped up, both national and local, VHS recorders were invented, Pallot, Wejebe, and Sosin started making television shows, Dixon discovered Montauk, a moratorium hit the striped bass, and some movie A River Runs Through It was released. In the mix the internet was born bringing with it websites and the dreaded fishing forums. Throw in cell phones as well, although they haven't changed the sport much, right? 


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     People couldn't wait for books to be published. People couldn't wait until that local outdoor column or the fishing report in that back of a local magazine would publish a "local" fishing report (above), albeit sometimes over a week old. You didn't care. It was great reading. It was believable. It had credibility. And mostly, it wasn't controlled by a conglomerate of big business or advertisers who intertwined commercials and advertising and social and political influences in with their products. Advertising, sure, no worries, we get it, but what has it become? 

      I can remember in the 1990's when I started attending The Fly Fishing Show. You could liken it to a place where all of your childhood heroes would make an appearance. Imagine that same place, in a convention hall, where a Shaq, a Jeter, or a Brady walked around freely or bellied up to the bar and you had, most likely, a chance to talk or even sit with them? That's how it was. And it wasn't just the all-stars we ogled over. The guides, the lodge owners, the pictures, all raised them from being "normal" people, like us, to fish God's who not only slayed all of the beasts we read about but also did it in all corners of the world. 

Lefty Kreh

     Now they were were global heroes. And yes, heroes, because most of these guys served their country on one capacity or another. And there were also local heroes. Guys and gals who were dialed into a certain fish or fishery that was more of an interest to local anglers than across the country or the pond. These folks were a big draw. They were good for the sport, good for us, and in the end did well for themselves. They were the stream you could ride in order for you to get from point A to point B, like catch fish or not catch fish. If you listened you did well, or better, if you fished with them then the percentages went even higher. 

     But what is interesting, and alarming, is that over the years I have seen men and women raised up on pedestals to the heights of those that originated all of this. Now that's not all bad. Some might belong in that group. A young kid might put Big Papi on the same stage as Ruth, Mantle, Williams (a fly fisherman), and Aaron. That is his experience during his time with the sport. I see it in fly fishing as well. I remember when local guys like Jasper, Warshawer, and Strolis would pack a place so tight you couldn't breathe, and the amount of hits and comments in the forums could have caused a computer to crash. They come in, great idea or innovation or just a fresh look or idea, saturate the shows, meetings, and print and video markets, and then it, and them, goes away. That is partly due to our new need of things always being new, and instant, including both in fly tying and fishing. 

     I have met Blane Chocklett. Super nice guy. If I was in a line up he wouldn't be able to single me out. He's a guide from Virginia. He has developed many of the hottest flies and fly tying things out there now, one of which is called The Game Changer. It's an articulated fly tied on a series of hook and shanks. They are 


super fishy and guys swear by them. Chocklett hooked up with FlyMen Fishing Company and now he has his name on a whole line of things. I found the above in the Orvis store, no doubt tied overseas, that hits the register at $16. He is also onboard with many other products and companies, and good for him, and us. 

     I see Blane. I hear Blane. I read about Blane. From the internet, to the shows, to the brochures and the magazines, and now, to the podcasts. Blane is everywhere. I say to you go ahead and tie up one of his Game Changers and feed them to striped bass......but why? Did the fly fishing world need a new fly to feed striped bass? Wouldn't a Clouser, a Deceiver, or a Hollow Fleye serve you just as well? The answer is yes although I am sure his designs have revolutionized some aspect of fly tying and fishing. 

     But you see, it's not Blane's flies or shanks we're looking for, we are looking for someone to continue, or save this sport. And that is a great burden to put on his shoulders. Yes, we would all love to be that guy, but be careful what you wish for. There are others out there as well, like George Daniel, who has been on the circuit for a few years. Will he be the one? Another super nice guy is Ben Whalley, who came on super strong, will it it be him? And let us not forget the ladies out there who have been in this since the beginning. There's no greater  a contributor than Joan Wulff.


More recently, and for years, April Vokey held the title as the face of women in fly fishing. No doubt there were many more standing with her but she came, is still around of course, into limelight and kind of faded away a bit. Things ebb and flow like the tide, if it's not people, then it's different groups or races or whatever that the industry feels, or demands, that we put forward, mostly for, in the end, a bigger marketshare. 

     Years ago an angler with that status had some room between them and their blood thirsty fans. Not just physical room, but distance in what you, and all that you are, and what they know. These days it's, or could be, all Blane all the time. I could take a day and become a Blane Choklett Fan Club president, founding member, and "friend", because he friended me. That's scary. I just listened to the Mill House Podcast where Flip Pallot was a guest. At one point Flip, in that boy-that's-one-cool-and calm-and-collected-dude explains how the word mentor has a morphed into a different meaning these days. And it doesn't sit well with him. 


     He used Lefty as an example, surmising, "someone can brush up against him" and "not having spent any quality time with him" and call him a mentor. Mentor - meaning "an experienced and trusted advisor", which would mean you have to spend real and quality time with that person. Bob Popovic's, he's my bud, he's not my mentor, not a friend- like how we define what a true friend means, but he is someone I have a great respect and admiration for, more for things outside of fly fishing than in. He has his tight knit circle that are involved in his day to day life, like true day in day out friends. But he has motivated and influenced me regarding fly tying and fishing. But these days we interchange words like influence and mentor and friend and acquaintance or bud. And if you want to test this theory, take social media out of the equation and see where you stand with that quality time spent with the people you call friend. I wonder if social media and "liking" and "friending" someone has lessened the true meaning of those words. 


     The big guns, you know who they are. They have done the hard work and have passed away, have retired or are close to, or have drifted away from the sport and the regularity and the responsibility they once had to keep it all moving forward. Tom Rosenbauer, who still owes me a bar of his chocolate, is one such person. He has had Orvis resting on his shoulders for decades, like 50 years. Between the shows, books, podcasts, videos, photo shoots, he has towed the line and that company from Manchester to all parts of the world. He must getting tired. He must be ready to retire up in Vermont and enjoy all that he has worked so hard for. Who will be that next guy or girl? 

Remember the song from the 1980's sung by Bonnie Tyler, "Holding Out for a Hero?. Well the fly fishing world is always searching for and singing "I need a Hero..."


     This upcoming Tuesday the Atlantic Saltwater Flyrodder's will host Fritz Miller as the presenter for their monthly meeting. Who's Fritz Miller I asked myself? I am sure a great guy and well knowledgeable in his craft. He must be good because I have seen his name associated with all, I mean all, of the local saltwater fly and trout clubs


in and around New Jersey. These days being that guy or girl responsible for getting the talent to present is a daunting task. There's a limited number of speakers out there and only so much "fresh blood" that circulate around the fly fishing community. In the end we are looking for that "hero", even it's to just save a meeting for a few hours. I hope to make it down there Tuesday. 

     So, where are we today. Where are our heroes? Remember, our heroes from times past had full-time jobs doing things other than fly tying and fishing (unless they were a guide). They didn't try and make money off of this. Steve Farrar and Bob Popovic's have never sold a fly. So todays "hero", I say that respectfully, must be a trust fund person, have a good and solid steady stream of cash from another source, or just hits a trifecta and is able to cash in, meaning being paid by the industry as being that guy or girl, all the while while having to meet everyone's needs and being pulled in 16 different directions. There are names out there, I don't have to mention them, that have been the steady bearers of this sport for a while, either behind the vice or on the water. They can be found at the meetings and the shows. 
But will the new blood, if they even arrive, have the staying power to stick around, because that's what we need. We need you for 30 years, we need not one good fly or one big fish or good story to fill a 60 minute podcast, we need to see you, hear you, touch you (creepy), when ever we need or want. Sounds like a great gig huh? 

Well that's where we are at. Who is going to be that hero, earned or appointed, that is going to save fly fishing from itself. In a world of internet and print media falling over each other to interview and have the same guests on their podcasts. There are only so many heroes, so many fish, so many many spots, and only so much content is has become like listening, over and over and over, to a band that has only put out one album. You are left just waiting and waiting for something new. In fly fishing it's the same person with the same story just seen or read about in different formats. Who is going to save the local chapters meeting? Who is going to save the fly fishing shows?  Can the next hero please step forward? 


        Self promotion time. This "hero" will be at Orvis Princeton this Thursday 6-8 presenting Fall Fly Fishing in New Jersey. C'mon out.