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I found this on on Skate The Fly Blog and found it fitting...
Your co-workers will never understand.
Normal talk on Mondays at the office usually involves the usual “what did you do this weekend?” and I’ve stopped explaining my fishing excursions. I get about as far as “I went fishing” and that’s all I am going to go into it
Why? Because like I said above, they’ll never understand.
They will never understand why you begin to mentally prepare for a trip 4 days beforehand or why the top 5 web sites you visit at work are fishing blogs, fly fishing message boards, NOAA weather forecasts, river flow charts and fly shop fishing report sites.
They will never understand why a normally sane person gets up at 4 am in the winter to catch a fish that doesn’t exist but in fairy tales but you continue to do it based on blind faith alone.
Vacations for people like us have to involve some sort of fishing, doesn’t it? It wouldn’t make sense that you went Hawaii just to….relax.
Nothing against your coworkers, but we members of the fly fishing tribe are just wired a bit differently. Of course you work with a few characters that fish and want to tell you everything about the key powerbait colors that worked for them on the general fishing opener. It may goes as far as you have a client who fly fishes, but after a bit of probing you find out the extent of their feather flinging goes is limited to their annual trip to places like Rocky Ford or the town stocker lake. Even worse is the associate who proclaims to be just like you about fishing, but bemoans the fact he only caught 15 trout on his guided trip last year. I guess he wanted 30.
It’s totally ok. I am sure that most have real special weekends planned at the Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond or something like that (they aren’t sure they’d have time to go to Pier One, they’d have to check the schedule). There’s lawns to mow, gardening to do, so on and so forth.
But the reality of people like the folks who read this blog, I am making the assumption that most rational weekend activities are put on the proverbial back burner because there’s adventure out there on our rivers, lakes and streams with our names on it. There’s fish to catch that will imprint themselves on our brain with memories and experiences to last a lifetime. There’s campfire tomfoolery to be hashed out, debates on the merits of particular rods, lines, reels and flies and consumption of fine whiskey and equally as bad beer chugged.
So when the Monday morning weekend comes along and you’re asked what you did the previous weekend…..just say you went fishing and leave it at that.
Because once again, they’ll never understand.
Your co-workers will never understand.
Normal talk on Mondays at the office usually involves the usual “what did you do this weekend?” and I’ve stopped explaining my fishing excursions. I get about as far as “I went fishing” and that’s all I am going to go into it
Why? Because like I said above, they’ll never understand.
They will never understand why you begin to mentally prepare for a trip 4 days beforehand or why the top 5 web sites you visit at work are fishing blogs, fly fishing message boards, NOAA weather forecasts, river flow charts and fly shop fishing report sites.
They will never understand why a normally sane person gets up at 4 am in the winter to catch a fish that doesn’t exist but in fairy tales but you continue to do it based on blind faith alone.
Vacations for people like us have to involve some sort of fishing, doesn’t it? It wouldn’t make sense that you went Hawaii just to….relax.
Nothing against your coworkers, but we members of the fly fishing tribe are just wired a bit differently. Of course you work with a few characters that fish and want to tell you everything about the key powerbait colors that worked for them on the general fishing opener. It may goes as far as you have a client who fly fishes, but after a bit of probing you find out the extent of their feather flinging goes is limited to their annual trip to places like Rocky Ford or the town stocker lake. Even worse is the associate who proclaims to be just like you about fishing, but bemoans the fact he only caught 15 trout on his guided trip last year. I guess he wanted 30.
It’s totally ok. I am sure that most have real special weekends planned at the Home Depot, Bed Bath and Beyond or something like that (they aren’t sure they’d have time to go to Pier One, they’d have to check the schedule). There’s lawns to mow, gardening to do, so on and so forth.
But the reality of people like the folks who read this blog, I am making the assumption that most rational weekend activities are put on the proverbial back burner because there’s adventure out there on our rivers, lakes and streams with our names on it. There’s fish to catch that will imprint themselves on our brain with memories and experiences to last a lifetime. There’s campfire tomfoolery to be hashed out, debates on the merits of particular rods, lines, reels and flies and consumption of fine whiskey and equally as bad beer chugged.
So when the Monday morning weekend comes along and you’re asked what you did the previous weekend…..just say you went fishing and leave it at that.
Because once again, they’ll never understand.
