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Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
"Barry" wrote in River. I have thought about finding a young boy/man with a passion for the sport but lacking equipment and/or a "teacher"...and a fly fishing companion. Thoughts? Suggestions? I have two rods that were given to me, both by near strangers. Both people saw me fishing and said they could see watching me that I had "the passion" Both wanted their fine rods USED and both gave me the rods with the condition that I USE them not "collect" them. I treasure both, and use both, even though I've had 'collectors" try to buy the E.C.Powell on three occasions. When I can no longer get out and use them a couple times a year, I will pass them on in the same manner .... look for the passion in the eyes and the appreciation of the wonderful places trout live, and insist the rods get some use each year, out of respect for those that have used and built them. I don't think such a person has to be "lacking equipment" but MUST have true and abundant understanding of the most important reasons to fish. In today's culture, where fly fishing is mainly a social climber's activity, such people are rare, start your search soon as they won't be easy to find. Good luck |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
On Mon, 04 Oct 2004 19:35:40 GMT, "Barry" wrote:
I spent over fifty years fly fishing with my dad before he died about three months ago. Both of us collected a lot of fly fishing gear over that period of time. When I inherited my dad's equipment, I found my den looking like a small tackle shop. I've also found that I really don't need all of that equipment. I have a question and ask for some suggestions from the Group. I have one child, a daughter, who has chosen not to have children. There are no other males in the family who have an interest in fly fishing. My daughter and sister have no interest...and my one nephew appears to be going in another direction with his dad. Which leads me to something that my dad and I discussed at one time and that is the "legacy" of our passion for fly fishing. It seems so wrong to leave such a collection of fine equipment to those who don't understand it's intrinsic value and are unable to appreciate the legacy that comes with it. Since my dad's death, it has bothered me a lot. I have my own health problems that have been limiting me of late...and I worry. I recall a story by Nick Lyons (a true one, I believe) in which he tells about the death of a fly fisherman. Nick Lyons was called upon by the man's daughter to look over the fly fishing equipment left by her father and determine what, if anything, had value. He did just that...and recalls his first visit to the daughter's apartment where she lived with her boyfriend and children. As he entered the apartment, he saw the kids using the tips from some high quality bamboo rods as "swords" for sword fighting games. It was a sad read as it was obvious that this gal's father was passionate about his fly fishing...and had some very fine equipment. The true value of what he had was lost by the daughter as she was looking to sell it for what she could get out of it in cold cash. While my daughter will love and cherish many of the things I leave her, including my favorite rods, reels etc...it's still not the same. I don't want my favorite rod, for instance, to die the slow death of inertia. I live in a very remote area in California near the Oregon border in a beautiful spot in a forest on the banks of the Smith River. I have thought about finding a young boy/man with a passion for the sport but lacking equipment and/or a "teacher"...and a fly fishing companion. Thoughts? Suggestions? Earlier in my life, I thought that I'd never have too much fly fishing gear. I have now found that you can only use so much...and that most of the old equipment does the job just fine. I have some old bamboo rods that I still love to use...and they are relics of the past now. I have finally stopped chasing technology and have chosen not to buy the "newer, bigger better" mousetrap. Nostalgia and memories are more important to me. My dad's favorite steelhead rod for instance, will always fish better for me than anything I could ever buy. And a sip of Brandy from my dad's old flask will always taste good to me...and I'm really not a Brandy drinker (although I can think of some cold Winter mornings when out steelhead fishing when the warmth from the Brandy kept me fishing a bit longer). I've also found that a well chewed and sparsely tied Gray Hackle Yellow Body will catch just as much as any number of flies that I've tied over the years...if fished correctly. As an aside, I tied flies (commercially during my college days) to sell to fisherman and made them works of art. They sold well. However, my dad tied flies that caught fish. I look at them now and see why...as they are truly "buggy" looking. He tied with a rough hand but he knew what caught fish. Even before his death, on our last fishing trip together when he was 85 years old, he still outfished me. I did everything right...but he caught the fish. I can still recall the twinkle in his eye when he caught the only large trout of the day. He said nothing...but he didn't have to. A photo of my dad catching his last fish is attached...although I don't know if photos can be posted in this Group or not. Again...regarding my roomful of equipment, I don't need most of it...just my favorite rods/reels and the keepsakes. I need to think about what to do with those things I don't need. Besides, it's about the environs in which trout are found and the art of fly fishing...not about having the newest mousetrap. My father found solace from life's stresses in his fly fishing...as have I. Such solace does not require a room full of equipment. I think of most importance to all of us and future generations is the preservation of the environment that supports quiet moments on the stream where memories can be built. We have lost so much over the years in that regard. I grew up on the banks of the Eel River in California and watched the slow demise of that river. It is, by the way, where we'll be scattering my dad's ashes at the end of this month...when he and I fished the Eel using our Halloween Comets (with the long, black marabou tails) and seldom were skunked. I will wade out into the Eel river at the confluence of the Van Duzen, release the ashes of a really good fly fisherman and then cast a line with his favorite steelhead rod. And I will thank him for all that he's given me. Enough nostalgia. What to do with so much equipment is where I started. Maybe a fly fishing club or ?? Barry While I am fortunate enough to have two flyfishing sons to leave my ridiculously large gear collection to, I understand and sympathize with your plight, as a couple of flyfishing friends of my dad and me had no such legacy in their lives. I suggest you put the gear up for sale in a forum that will reasonably assure you that folks that care about flyfishing will buy it and appreciate it. Then I would donate the proceeds to a worthy charity in your father's name, thus accomplishing two noble acts in one fell swoop. cheers, and thanks for sharing what must be a difficult time for you... /daytripper |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
daytripper wrote in message
I suggest you put the gear up for sale in a forum that will reasonably assure you that folks that care about flyfishing will buy it and appreciate it. Then I would donate the proceeds to a worthy charity in your father's name, thus accomplishing two noble acts in one fell swoop. cheers, and thanks for sharing what must be a difficult time for you... I have a similar problem, and gave all my fly tying equipment and materials to a local boy scout troop. The fragile stuff I'll leave to a nephew-in-law, who is drowning in his own gear, but will at least treat if kindly. |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
daytripper wrote in message
I suggest you put the gear up for sale in a forum that will reasonably assure you that folks that care about flyfishing will buy it and appreciate it. Then I would donate the proceeds to a worthy charity in your father's name, thus accomplishing two noble acts in one fell swoop. cheers, and thanks for sharing what must be a difficult time for you... I have a similar problem, and gave all my fly tying equipment and materials to a local boy scout troop. The fragile stuff I'll leave to a nephew-in-law, who is drowning in his own gear, but will at least treat if kindly. |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
On Mon, 04 Oct 2004 19:35:40 GMT, "Barry"
wrote: Nice stuff snipped) Enough nostalgia. What to do with so much equipment is where I started. Maybe a fly fishing club or ?? There were some good suggestions. You might want to do some 'random acts of kindness.' Take along some extra stuff each time you fish and hand it out as you see fit or leave it in an obvious spot near the parking area with a note saying it's for whoever finds it? For the latter you have to give up entirely on control of the stuff and of ever being thanked for it. Cyli r.bc: vixen. Minnow goddess. Speaker to squirrels. Often taunted by trout. http://www.visi.com/~cyli |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
Willi & Sue wrote: People tend to value things they paid for more highly than things that were given to them for free by a stranger. yet another characterisic revealing the limits of many human animals, imo. jeff |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
Jeff Miller wrote:
Willi & Sue wrote: People tend to value things they paid for more highly than things that were given to them for free by a stranger. yet another characterisic revealing the limits of many human animals, imo. jeff I agree, but I think it's true none the less at least in a capitalistic society. It's alot easier to rate or value an object based on how much it costs rather than based on the intrinsic quality of the object. Willi |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
Tontine.
john (I've mentioned it before) "Barry" wrote in message ink.net... I spent over fifty years fly fishing with my dad before he died about three months ago. Both of us collected a lot of fly fishing gear over that period of time. When I inherited my dad's equipment, I found my den looking like a small tackle shop. I've also found that I really don't need all of that equipment. I have a question and ask for some suggestions from the Group. I have one child, a daughter, who has chosen not to have children. There are no other males in the family who have an interest in fly fishing. My daughter and sister have no interest...and my one nephew appears to be going in another direction with his dad. Which leads me to something that my dad and I discussed at one time and that is the "legacy" of our passion for fly fishing. It seems so wrong to leave such a collection of fine equipment to those who don't understand it's intrinsic value and are unable to appreciate the legacy that comes with it. Since my dad's death, it has bothered me a lot. I have my own health problems that have been limiting me of late...and I worry. I recall a story by Nick Lyons (a true one, I believe) in which he tells about the death of a fly fisherman. Nick Lyons was called upon by the man's daughter to look over the fly fishing equipment left by her father and determine what, if anything, had value. He did just that...and recalls his first visit to the daughter's apartment where she lived with her boyfriend and children. As he entered the apartment, he saw the kids using the tips from some high quality bamboo rods as "swords" for sword fighting games. It was a sad read as it was obvious that this gal's father was passionate about his fly fishing...and had some very fine equipment. The true value of what he had was lost by the daughter as she was looking to sell it for what she could get out of it in cold cash. While my daughter will love and cherish many of the things I leave her, including my favorite rods, reels etc...it's still not the same. I don't want my favorite rod, for instance, to die the slow death of inertia. I live in a very remote area in California near the Oregon border in a beautiful spot in a forest on the banks of the Smith River. I have thought about finding a young boy/man with a passion for the sport but lacking equipment and/or a "teacher"...and a fly fishing companion. Thoughts? Suggestions? Earlier in my life, I thought that I'd never have too much fly fishing gear. I have now found that you can only use so much...and that most of the old equipment does the job just fine. I have some old bamboo rods that I still love to use...and they are relics of the past now. I have finally stopped chasing technology and have chosen not to buy the "newer, bigger better" mousetrap. Nostalgia and memories are more important to me. My dad's favorite steelhead rod for instance, will always fish better for me than anything I could ever buy. And a sip of Brandy from my dad's old flask will always taste good to me...and I'm really not a Brandy drinker (although I can think of some cold Winter mornings when out steelhead fishing when the warmth from the Brandy kept me fishing a bit longer). I've also found that a well chewed and sparsely tied Gray Hackle Yellow Body will catch just as much as any number of flies that I've tied over the years...if fished correctly. As an aside, I tied flies (commercially during my college days) to sell to fisherman and made them works of art. They sold well. However, my dad tied flies that caught fish. I look at them now and see why...as they are truly "buggy" looking. He tied with a rough hand but he knew what caught fish. Even before his death, on our last fishing trip together when he was 85 years old, he still outfished me. I did everything right...but he caught the fish. I can still recall the twinkle in his eye when he caught the only large trout of the day. He said nothing...but he didn't have to. A photo of my dad catching his last fish is attached...although I don't know if photos can be posted in this Group or not. Again...regarding my roomful of equipment, I don't need most of it...just my favorite rods/reels and the keepsakes. I need to think about what to do with those things I don't need. Besides, it's about the environs in which trout are found and the art of fly fishing...not about having the newest mousetrap. My father found solace from life's stresses in his fly fishing...as have I. Such solace does not require a room full of equipment. I think of most importance to all of us and future generations is the preservation of the environment that supports quiet moments on the stream where memories can be built. We have lost so much over the years in that regard. I grew up on the banks of the Eel River in California and watched the slow demise of that river. It is, by the way, where we'll be scattering my dad's ashes at the end of this month...when he and I fished the Eel using our Halloween Comets (with the long, black marabou tails) and seldom were skunked. I will wade out into the Eel river at the confluence of the Van Duzen, release the ashes of a really good fly fisherman and then cast a line with his favorite steelhead rod. And I will thank him for all that he's given me. Enough nostalgia. What to do with so much equipment is where I started. Maybe a fly fishing club or ?? Barry |
Too Much Equipment and other musings...(long)
Tontine.
john (I've mentioned it before) "Barry" wrote in message ink.net... I spent over fifty years fly fishing with my dad before he died about three months ago. Both of us collected a lot of fly fishing gear over that period of time. When I inherited my dad's equipment, I found my den looking like a small tackle shop. I've also found that I really don't need all of that equipment. I have a question and ask for some suggestions from the Group. I have one child, a daughter, who has chosen not to have children. There are no other males in the family who have an interest in fly fishing. My daughter and sister have no interest...and my one nephew appears to be going in another direction with his dad. Which leads me to something that my dad and I discussed at one time and that is the "legacy" of our passion for fly fishing. It seems so wrong to leave such a collection of fine equipment to those who don't understand it's intrinsic value and are unable to appreciate the legacy that comes with it. Since my dad's death, it has bothered me a lot. I have my own health problems that have been limiting me of late...and I worry. I recall a story by Nick Lyons (a true one, I believe) in which he tells about the death of a fly fisherman. Nick Lyons was called upon by the man's daughter to look over the fly fishing equipment left by her father and determine what, if anything, had value. He did just that...and recalls his first visit to the daughter's apartment where she lived with her boyfriend and children. As he entered the apartment, he saw the kids using the tips from some high quality bamboo rods as "swords" for sword fighting games. It was a sad read as it was obvious that this gal's father was passionate about his fly fishing...and had some very fine equipment. The true value of what he had was lost by the daughter as she was looking to sell it for what she could get out of it in cold cash. While my daughter will love and cherish many of the things I leave her, including my favorite rods, reels etc...it's still not the same. I don't want my favorite rod, for instance, to die the slow death of inertia. I live in a very remote area in California near the Oregon border in a beautiful spot in a forest on the banks of the Smith River. I have thought about finding a young boy/man with a passion for the sport but lacking equipment and/or a "teacher"...and a fly fishing companion. Thoughts? Suggestions? Earlier in my life, I thought that I'd never have too much fly fishing gear. I have now found that you can only use so much...and that most of the old equipment does the job just fine. I have some old bamboo rods that I still love to use...and they are relics of the past now. I have finally stopped chasing technology and have chosen not to buy the "newer, bigger better" mousetrap. Nostalgia and memories are more important to me. My dad's favorite steelhead rod for instance, will always fish better for me than anything I could ever buy. And a sip of Brandy from my dad's old flask will always taste good to me...and I'm really not a Brandy drinker (although I can think of some cold Winter mornings when out steelhead fishing when the warmth from the Brandy kept me fishing a bit longer). I've also found that a well chewed and sparsely tied Gray Hackle Yellow Body will catch just as much as any number of flies that I've tied over the years...if fished correctly. As an aside, I tied flies (commercially during my college days) to sell to fisherman and made them works of art. They sold well. However, my dad tied flies that caught fish. I look at them now and see why...as they are truly "buggy" looking. He tied with a rough hand but he knew what caught fish. Even before his death, on our last fishing trip together when he was 85 years old, he still outfished me. I did everything right...but he caught the fish. I can still recall the twinkle in his eye when he caught the only large trout of the day. He said nothing...but he didn't have to. A photo of my dad catching his last fish is attached...although I don't know if photos can be posted in this Group or not. Again...regarding my roomful of equipment, I don't need most of it...just my favorite rods/reels and the keepsakes. I need to think about what to do with those things I don't need. Besides, it's about the environs in which trout are found and the art of fly fishing...not about having the newest mousetrap. My father found solace from life's stresses in his fly fishing...as have I. Such solace does not require a room full of equipment. I think of most importance to all of us and future generations is the preservation of the environment that supports quiet moments on the stream where memories can be built. We have lost so much over the years in that regard. I grew up on the banks of the Eel River in California and watched the slow demise of that river. It is, by the way, where we'll be scattering my dad's ashes at the end of this month...when he and I fished the Eel using our Halloween Comets (with the long, black marabou tails) and seldom were skunked. I will wade out into the Eel river at the confluence of the Van Duzen, release the ashes of a really good fly fisherman and then cast a line with his favorite steelhead rod. And I will thank him for all that he's given me. Enough nostalgia. What to do with so much equipment is where I started. Maybe a fly fishing club or ?? Barry |
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