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Welcome to 'just old flies,' a section of methods and flies that used-to-be. These flies were tied with the only materials available. Long before the advent of 'modern' tying materials, they were created and improved upon at a far slower pace than todays modern counterparts; limited by materials available and the tiers imagination.

Once long gone, there existed a 'fraternity' of anglers who felt an obligation to use only the 'standard' patterns of the day. We hope to bring a bit of nostalgia to these pages and to you. And sometimes what you find here will not always be about fishing. Perhaps you will enjoy them. Perhaps you will fish the flies. Perhaps . .

Part Seventy-seven

The Fun Of It All

By Old Rupe

We have lost some of the fun in the sport. Everyone has to pose as an expert. The rugged guide look is in. I suspect some even wear false beards. I have seen authors even hire models for their books. Wow!

I tried to find a model for my article on Fat Girls Motorcycles and Foster Lager. Those that I ask were offended, and those that would, were young enough to get me arrested and guarantee a divorce. She just had to be 300 lbs and wear a dirty green tee shirt and hold three Fosters cans under her left arm while sitting on my Shovel Head Harley. I was going to black out 2-3 teeth. It would have been a great shot. The only one that would model the act was 70 pounds and Playboy would have paid her to do the spread. I'm smart enough not to pose her on the back of my cycle for international coverage. My wife's divorce lawyer would have had a field day.

Those that could wouldn't and those would couldn't. Such is life.

Amanda you will never know why you were rejected.

The high dollar stores project the professional guide image. It's almost a Star Wars thing. It's Arnold S. with a fly rod and high-tech wrap around sun glasses. The best fly fishers I ever knew looked like Mr. Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies and carried a gunny sack for a creel. Image was not a problem. They just liked trout, and were on the stream more than a merganser duck. I have known many who wore out the tread on a pair of expensive boots each year that wouldn't have been allowed in my local bar on a slow night. The funny thing was, these fishers just never bought cheap boots. Maybe there's just a small lesson here. They fished with all matter of equipment but never with cheap boots.

Boots define the situation. Wet boots are just not a class act.

When fly fishing fails to be fun then I'll give it up. I enjoy catching trout and the associated one-upmanship that the day-to-day interaction with my peers brings. There is nothing anymore fun than releasing several big fish when they have caught none. The trick is to do it with such a casual air they believe that monster was a regular part of the act. I have returned to the truck many nights with a large trout or so after having tied on a 2/0 Lefty's Deceiver. One shop actually started to stock them. How much more fun could you have? Image is not important it's just the fun. A Clampett hat and a gunny sack creel goes a long way toward the fun thing. I had a fly rod that was a converted 9 ft boat rod. The rod was wrapped with twine. The nastiest rod you ever saw. I would wear bibbers and after I caught the fish with my regular rod I would hide my regular rod and pick up the twine job and rub in the fact that trout were an easy fish. I usually hung a 2/0 deceiver on the pole. Some nights I laughed myself to sleep.

Fish hard, laugh a lot, and have fun. Remember Old Rupe, and have a little fun at others expense. Old Rupe

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