New Gear Makes Me Smile :)
The owner of my local fly shop thinks I am nuts. I am worse than my wife when she can’t decide which purse or shoes to purchase. I research it, talk it through out loud, cast it, think I know what I want… then start all over again. Some of the things I buy I truly need. Some of it I truly want. Often I get the two confused.
My last purchase I truly needed. I had sold my salt water rod and needed a good all around rod for the salt with a fast action… and as usual I was on a budget. After casting her in the parking lot, I looked like a Pavlovian dog who had just hear the bell. For a moment the parking lot of the shop had transformed into a set of mangroves and I just put my shrimp pattern in front of a rolling tarpon. I had to laugh at myself….. have you ever seen the cartoon where he looks at his friend and he turns into a steak out of sheer hunger and has to slap himself to come back to reality? Yep, that was me.
I seem to have a tremendous fascination with hardware. I fished a trout stream tonight that was super tight and after catching 30 trees, am attempting to convince myself that I need a shorter rod for just this application. At what point is it enough? At what point is a 12 step program more appropriate? I hear admitting you have a problem is the first step. Hi… My name is Mr. Brownliner and I am a fly fishing addict.
I suppose there are worse things to be addicted to. Crack or smack comes to mind. I create reasons to go to the fly shop. Not that I have to try very hard. I know when I pull up in the lot they look at each other and smile…. Here comes that crazy carp guy again!