A couple days ago I was called an “ass” on another thread because I had the audacity to express genuine surprise that our local perch fishery is so prized by some very serious fly anglers. I have been fishing the Puget Sound region for 30 years and I’ve never met a single angler (fly or gear) who ever mentioned targeting perch. Perhaps I was the only one on this site surprised to learn that numerous members of this forum are quite excited about this fishery. I guess I am officially out of the loop.
I will confess up front to being a specist. That is, I prize certain species of fish over other species of fish, without any real regard for the species’ intrinsic qualities. Shameful, I know.
It is not my intent to stir up passions or put anyone on the defensive (or offensive). Please don’t feel the need to defend your favorite non-typical prey – it is not under attack. My intent is simply to learn more about why I (and others, I think) prize the game fish that I do to the exclusion of other worthy quarry.
I enjoy virtually all fishing. If there is not a better option, I’ll fish for carp, whitefish, bass, bluegill, or anything else that swims. Hell, I went fishing for squawfish once and enjoyed it. But none of these fish hold remotely the same allure as trout, steelhead, salmon, or dollies. Why is a whitefish the red-headed step child, but a grayling is a virtual holy grail?
I call it the “prize factor.” One fish feels to me like first prize while another of equal size and spirit feels like a consolation prize. When I land a 14” rainbow trout and hold it gently in my hand, I feel so proud and I do honestly feel like I’m holding a valuable treasure. Yet when I land a 14” whitefish, I feel nothing of the sort, even if he gave me a spirited fight. In fact, I may even disdain it a bit if I mistook it for a trout for any length of time before finally identifying it as “just a whitefish.”
I caught this enormous carp one time. Until I got my first look at it, I thought I was into the biggest trout of my life. The thing gave me a hell of a ride. I was so pissed off at that fish when I finally saw that it was “just a carp.” No woman has ever broken my heart like that fish did. Can anyone relate to this?
For me personally, steelhead are the ultimate northwest “prize”. I cannot imagine any other fish making me feel the way a wild steelhead does. But why? Is it because they are difficult to catch? Because they’re big? Good fighters? Pretty? There are other fish that meet those criteria to one degree or another that I don’t really care for.
Is it true that “fishing is fishing” no matter the fish? Should I try to get over my specist ways? Am I in good company or out on a limb? Can anyone explain this to me?
I will confess up front to being a specist. That is, I prize certain species of fish over other species of fish, without any real regard for the species’ intrinsic qualities. Shameful, I know.
It is not my intent to stir up passions or put anyone on the defensive (or offensive). Please don’t feel the need to defend your favorite non-typical prey – it is not under attack. My intent is simply to learn more about why I (and others, I think) prize the game fish that I do to the exclusion of other worthy quarry.
I enjoy virtually all fishing. If there is not a better option, I’ll fish for carp, whitefish, bass, bluegill, or anything else that swims. Hell, I went fishing for squawfish once and enjoyed it. But none of these fish hold remotely the same allure as trout, steelhead, salmon, or dollies. Why is a whitefish the red-headed step child, but a grayling is a virtual holy grail?
I call it the “prize factor.” One fish feels to me like first prize while another of equal size and spirit feels like a consolation prize. When I land a 14” rainbow trout and hold it gently in my hand, I feel so proud and I do honestly feel like I’m holding a valuable treasure. Yet when I land a 14” whitefish, I feel nothing of the sort, even if he gave me a spirited fight. In fact, I may even disdain it a bit if I mistook it for a trout for any length of time before finally identifying it as “just a whitefish.”
I caught this enormous carp one time. Until I got my first look at it, I thought I was into the biggest trout of my life. The thing gave me a hell of a ride. I was so pissed off at that fish when I finally saw that it was “just a carp.” No woman has ever broken my heart like that fish did. Can anyone relate to this?
For me personally, steelhead are the ultimate northwest “prize”. I cannot imagine any other fish making me feel the way a wild steelhead does. But why? Is it because they are difficult to catch? Because they’re big? Good fighters? Pretty? There are other fish that meet those criteria to one degree or another that I don’t really care for.
Is it true that “fishing is fishing” no matter the fish? Should I try to get over my specist ways? Am I in good company or out on a limb? Can anyone explain this to me?