I posted way back when, in another thread, about the impending closure of Fishy Business, as that was my "local shop," and Tom told me of his intentions re: leaving the business. I was bummed for all the reasons cited in this thread, especially since Tom is a hellova nice guy. He never once gave me the impression that he was trying to unload his overstocked items. Moreover , he was open and forthcoming about where to go, how to get there, and what was working. As an old fly fisher, new to WA, Tom was a life - not to mention time - saver.
As I watched the shop's inventory dwindle, and the days tick off until the doors would close for good, and as I read the assorted threads here on WFF re: the fact that younger people were not coming to the sport in sufficient numbers to support the local shops facing the realities of small business challenges in the age of the Internet and the big box stores, I came to an interesting observation.
Does anyone else recall the hue and cry after the release of "A River Runs Through it," - which in my own fly fishing circles quickly became know as "That Movie." (One was free to insert profanity as they saw fit.) It seemed as though every kook who had the means to plunk down enough cash to look like he/she knew what they were doing was whipping every last yard of fishable water into a froth in an attempt to emulate Brad Pitt.
The shops were doing well by outfitting those new fly fishers, but most of us old guys - me included - were pissing and moaning like crazy. We all were exhibiting what I call the "last condo effect." As soon as I've got my condo in Jackson, Ketchum, or wherever, then I'm all for a building-ban because we're destroying the beauty of wild places. Who the hell were all these new people, and what the hell were they doing on "my water?"
I seem to remember that we as fly fishers were not as welcoming to these new folks as we might have been, and I am as guilty as anyone. I'd drive up to my "secret spot," and find a shiny new Hummer plastered w/ the stickers advertizing high end rods, reels, waders, and boats. I'd curse, decide not to key the guy's car, turn my truck around, fling as much mud as possible into the air - and if some got on the Hummer that was OK too - and fishtail out of there, headed for another of my "secret spots," which was probably someone else's "secret spot" before I found it - hence the mud on my truck's windshield??? - to get away from these new consumers who were supporting the fly shops which are now closing because of the lack of new fly fishers/consumers.
Does "be careful what you wish for" apply? You tell me, because I'm unsure. That's why this is merely an "observation." We fly fisher are a funny group. That said, I'm happy/proud to be one, even w/ our internal inconsistencies.
Dan
As I watched the shop's inventory dwindle, and the days tick off until the doors would close for good, and as I read the assorted threads here on WFF re: the fact that younger people were not coming to the sport in sufficient numbers to support the local shops facing the realities of small business challenges in the age of the Internet and the big box stores, I came to an interesting observation.
Does anyone else recall the hue and cry after the release of "A River Runs Through it," - which in my own fly fishing circles quickly became know as "That Movie." (One was free to insert profanity as they saw fit.) It seemed as though every kook who had the means to plunk down enough cash to look like he/she knew what they were doing was whipping every last yard of fishable water into a froth in an attempt to emulate Brad Pitt.
The shops were doing well by outfitting those new fly fishers, but most of us old guys - me included - were pissing and moaning like crazy. We all were exhibiting what I call the "last condo effect." As soon as I've got my condo in Jackson, Ketchum, or wherever, then I'm all for a building-ban because we're destroying the beauty of wild places. Who the hell were all these new people, and what the hell were they doing on "my water?"
I seem to remember that we as fly fishers were not as welcoming to these new folks as we might have been, and I am as guilty as anyone. I'd drive up to my "secret spot," and find a shiny new Hummer plastered w/ the stickers advertizing high end rods, reels, waders, and boats. I'd curse, decide not to key the guy's car, turn my truck around, fling as much mud as possible into the air - and if some got on the Hummer that was OK too - and fishtail out of there, headed for another of my "secret spots," which was probably someone else's "secret spot" before I found it - hence the mud on my truck's windshield??? - to get away from these new consumers who were supporting the fly shops which are now closing because of the lack of new fly fishers/consumers.
Does "be careful what you wish for" apply? You tell me, because I'm unsure. That's why this is merely an "observation." We fly fisher are a funny group. That said, I'm happy/proud to be one, even w/ our internal inconsistencies.
Dan