Fly Punk - Issue 3
Fly Punk - No tweed, wicker baskets or trousers tucked into socks. Just a free digital magazine aimed at the fly fishing punk ... Read on and join the party ...
Fly Punk - No tweed, wicker baskets or trousers tucked into socks. Just a free digital magazine aimed at the fly fishing punk ... Read on and join the party ...
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OLD FLY PUNKS<br />
NEVER DIE<br />
― Glenn Roberts ―<br />
I<br />
’ll begin with an admission. Much like<br />
the old guy at the bar who wants you<br />
to know that he was “there back in the<br />
day”, I’d class myself as a middle aged fly<br />
punk.<br />
Now, I’m aware I’m taking the title literally<br />
but bear with me, there’s a point. I grew<br />
up as both a punk/thrash/hardcore fan<br />
and obsessive fly fisherman. Thanks<br />
to my dad who set me off on the right<br />
foot it’s always been fly. Having spent<br />
my youth being eyed with suspicion in<br />
sniffy tackle shops I know a thing or two<br />
about preconceptions.<br />
The proprietor peering over his glasses<br />
behind the vice in the shop corner<br />
wondering at which point I’ll ask where<br />
the float rods are, or worse still, the<br />
maggots.<br />
It still happens. Perhaps the whiff of<br />
special brew and damp leather hasn’t<br />
entirely left me.<br />
In those days to have tattoos on your<br />
hands meant you’d probably been<br />
in prison. Add a beard and you’d<br />
clearly been released from jail into<br />
homelessness. At the very least you<br />
couldn’t possibly know a Grannom from<br />
a house brick with a feather glued to it.<br />
Hence my admiration for the on-line fly<br />
fishing scene, which has led to sites,<br />
blogs and magazines like this.<br />
Barriers and preconceptions be damned.<br />
The guy with the tattooed knuckles and<br />
beard like a hawthorn bush is now as<br />
good as his angling, not his tweeds.<br />
The water has always been the great<br />
equaliser. A trout won’t oblige an angler<br />
because he prefers an evening with a<br />
copy of the compleat angler to an hour<br />
on a skateboard.<br />
But you, my friends have altered this,<br />
seemingly for good. There’s more than<br />
ever a place for all based on ability and<br />
passion alone and that’s a good thing.<br />
<strong>Fly</strong> fishing on small streams for wild<br />
trout is as close to a religious experience<br />
as I’ve ever had and anyone should be<br />
able to feel what I feel.<br />
My only advice as a self-appointed old fly<br />
punk is this, don’t do what actual punk<br />
did and allow elitism to slip in. Embrace<br />
the old guy with his trousers tucked into<br />
his socks, or the middle aged angler who<br />
wants to tell you that he was once like<br />
you, but it was more difficult back then….<br />
blah, blah, blah.<br />
you never know you may get a fist full of<br />
flies for your time. Maybe accompanied<br />
by a cd of some dreadful crap which<br />
apparently should have been the next<br />
big thing, but just act interested till he<br />
slopes off to the next pool.<br />
I hope that fly fishing continues on<br />
the arc it’s describing these days. The<br />
innovations, ideas and developments I’m<br />
seeing are seriously mouth-watering.<br />
My heroes are still my dad, Les Claypool<br />
and the old boy who gave me a fly made<br />
from his wife’s travel rug which caught a<br />
bucket full of fish. All great anglers and<br />
punks in their own way.<br />
I take my (insert awful, obscure band<br />
name here) hat off to you.<br />
42 | 43<br />
www.fly-punk.com