It's only gay if you are...

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To me it's gay because way too many fish have kicked my ass on a fly rod. The Lord made conventional tackle and have dominion dammit!
 
I’m still convinced this whole gay thing is a cover up. Very suspicious that FE would put down roots a few hundred yards from the Soque…
 
boulderchild said:
It also seems like since the 90's there has been a real trend in all sports that people feel like they need to have all of the gear to start out and dont want to show up unless they have a new r8 and hatch reel color matched to their patagonia waders so they can explain to you why you suck because you dont use a sage.

Fly fishing has a ton of gear and seems especially susceptible to this mentality.
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It’s the triathlon of the outdoor space. Every tri person I know deep down is just a gear whore so they found a sport that is three sports in one.

I loath the ‘deep connection’ and ‘spirit of the stream’ BS. Can’t a guy just like being away from a screen, outside, wetting a line and catching dinner?
 
JRQ said:
Two decades ago, I was fishing in a "single barbless hook" section of a river. I had been well into the cups the night before, which made it difficult for me to keep the hopper-dropper rig I had tied on from looking like a knotted mat of pubes after every other cast.

Head pounding and guts roiling, I clipped off the tangled dropper section of line from the grasshopper and prepared to tie on a new trotline to the hook, but got distracted by a fella dressed like a tee-ball coach in a blue nylon polo and shorts outfit, sloshing his way through the current towards me.

It wasn't until he was at arm's length that I saw the white embroidered words on his shirt: "Game and Fish."

"Morning! You need to see my license, sir?" I asked.

"I want to see that hook," he replied.

He grabbed the hopper and held it up to the sun. He turned to me, turned back to the hopper, and then presented the faux bug and asked, "does this hook look barbless to you?"

I leaned in and studied the hook through the Walmart polarized sunglasses I was wearing over my prescription eyeglasses. The hopper's hook in radiant clarity looked like the sweep of a chisel plow, and I answered with confidence, "Yessir... does."

The warden took a pair of forceps and mashed the sickeled barb down and said, "I think this is better."

He then went up river, and I went back to my truck.

I haven't fished that river since.
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Great story.
 
thebuckhorton33 said:
Once you

once you grab a bow and jump on an airboat all other forms of fishing seem a little fruity
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Once you jump on a air boat, button hook a nutra rat with a bow fishing set up, drag it to the boat, beat it to death with your fists, then suck the blood out of its mouth... then you are really livin'....... I had a buddy do that last year when we were bow fishing in Lousiana.....
 
Pete Correale said:
Once you jump on a air boat, button hook a nutra rat with a bow fishing set up, drag it to the boat, beat it to death with your fists, then suck the blood out of its mouth... then you are really livin'....... I had a buddy do that last year when we were bow fishing in Lousiana.....
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This sounds like a "hold my beer" moment!? Hmmm :unsure: me thinks some alcohol may have been involved...
 
Pete Correale said:
Fuckin' guy had literally drank a gallon milk jug full of mud slide earlier that night... true story
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The next day we went to a diner for lunch, and without saying a word, my buddy just laid down on a bench by the front door and passed out.. I was inside eating and looked out and two of the line cooks came outside to check and see if he needed help... another true story
 
The only time in my life I've been forced to wear a pink sparkly cowboy hat at the hands of someone other than a stripper was on a fly fishing trip.
 
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One of the things I love about this society and all you magnificent bastards, is how knowledgeable and experienced and like-minded you are. I respect your thoughts on any given matter, and after reading everyone's input, I have to ask... if it's not gay, why do they call it "Fly" fishing? That is why, when I started following this thread and hearing the consensus I had to take a long, hard look at the man in the mirror. (Everything is long and hard about me boys!).

You see, I LOVE fly fishing....

I love the sight of a long rod whipping back and forth....

I enjoy seeing my fly swallowed and feeling the tug on my rod... and it doesn't matter to me if that tug on the end of my rod comes from a male or a female....

I love seducing a big steelhead with my little corky....

I have lusted after another man's fly, especially when he's doing all the catching!

OMG!... I'm gay AF!
 

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