


March 04, 2009
The Telltales of a Hard-Core Fly Angler
By Kirk Deeter

1. Smudged waders. Bright white (or tan) is like walking onto a basketball court with a shiny pair of Converse high-tops. I look for grease stains on the hips, floatant smudge, and better yet, if I can see mustard, ketchup, or the remnants of yesterday's sandwich, that's good.
2. Duct tape. Aqua Seal is great, But if I see the gray ribbon, or traces thereof, on the waders, your vest, whatever, I know you're an improviser.
3. Boot laces. Okay, new boots are great, but if I see a pair of grocery store, Boy Scout, threads on your treads, I know you're willing to walk and wade for your fish.
4. The "Puff Factor." If you look like the Michelin man with a vest stuffed to the limit, I know you're wondering. If you're really good, you're streamlined.
5. Warpaint. Sunscreen. If you're wearing it, or applying it, I know you've been on the river. Better yet, a raccoon tan around your eyes.
What are your telltales? Be honest.
Deeter
Comments (15)
Sandpaper thumb...striped bass anglers
How about a sweat-stained, deet-soaked fishin' hat?
Here in Alaska, its easy to pick out the cabela's models from the real fisherman, due to the fact that the posers all carry those little electronic skeeter repellers!
Yup, nuttin' beats 100% DEET...What was the question again???
Worn in old hat/cap.
God-like casting stroke and accuracy that make you feel humbled and inadequate.
Clothes that blend in with the surroundings.
Hand tied leaders.
You never hear them coming until they say whisper, "How's the fishin?" and they offer ...
"If that's not working try one of these ..." handing you a fly as they quietly disappear, leaving you wondering, "Who was that masked man?"
Always have beer in a cooler at their camp/truck, to offer to a stranger or new friend.
Multiple pocket shirts, flies drying in cap visor, suntan after sunburn (wimps and women use sunscreen)
Smells like Deep Woods Off or 100% DEET (sometimes like something died after a couple days without showering too.)
Truck Cab looks like a fly Shop blew up over the interior, rods on dash, behind seats, waders on floor, flies and tippet material all over the interior, fly lines drying wrapped around the sunvisors, along with miscellaneous leaders.
If you come up on a dude just sitting on the bank or a rock and watching a piece of water, quietly contemplating his move while fish boil all around, he's the real deal.
Most unseasoned fly guys are so overtaken by risers they can't get in the water fast enough and start flailing.
Cuts on your hands from pulling knots tight. I have two or three in the creases of my fingers that open up for the summer on the first fishing trip every spring.
The raccoon eyes are a huge telltale factor. I proudly rock the raccoon look all summer .
If you see someone nymphing with no indicator and doing well, also if mayflies enter your truck as dunns (drawn to the dome lights as you leave the stream after dark), morph on the dash, and go spinning on their merry way the next evening streamside again.
I think the good ones fish alone. Fish slowly and spend more time watching than casting. I think guys that carry a lot of equipment don't know what they are doing. Look for wet sleeves from landing fishing and they never count how many they've caught. If he's wearing an old flannel shirt while fly fishing... damn he's good.
Sand paper thumb, line cuts, (Small tippet slices wet fingers like a razor... OW!) racoon eyes, lack of sleep look, (Bloodshot eyes) and any hint of fish smell, or a smoke and rotting flesh (Carp) smell. All of these apply to me...
Definitely sweat stained hats and arm pits on your shirt. Mud caked on your knees. In the summer, I don't wear waders. Watching and thinking about half the time. Picking ticks off your body.(Its gonna happen if you have to get to the good spots)
1) The guys that look at and read the water and decide how they want to approach before casting are the guys that have it together. They pick the water over before moving and spook fewer fish, and hook more.
2) Guys that have more gear than they can fit in a couple pockets of their vest have way more than they could possibly use or know how to use. Guys with less gear usually know how to use it better.
3) I proudly rock the raccoon tan all summer.
4) My sleeves always get wet when I land and release fish.
5) I smell like DEET and still have mosquito bites all over any inch of exposed skin.
6) I get small cuts and scratches from pushing through the brush to get to the good spots. If its a really good spot, I get bruises on my knees, elbows and shins from climbing down a rock face, rod in teeth, to get there.
7) I look like hell after a fishing trip: I don't waste time on how I look, because the fish don't care. I worry more about how my fly looks when I present it to them. No shaving, no washing my face, nothing that won't help me catch more fish faster. I barely stop to eat.
8) Because I use nothing but single-handed rods, the muscles of the wrist, forearm and shoulder of my casting arm are bigger, stronger and more defined than those of my left side. I'm not kidding on this one.
Let's see, I think it started years back when I decided one school night that I was going to hide my books in my closet and load my tackle in my backpack, take the bus to school and 'accidentally' miss my stop. Just so happend 3 stops later took me to the entrance of the parks and to a river packed with April steelies. The dead giveaway to my mom wasn't the message on the answering machine from my school that I hadn't shown up, it was the water lines & mud stains on my pants and ruined shoes and the dried fish slime all over my pantlegs. Needless to say, I got dropped off the next day instead of being trusted with the bus. Did this stop me? .... Yea rite!
Whats sunscreen?
Good call Evan. Get that crap on your fly and your done.
Nothing says "fisherman" like that groove worn into one of your front teeth.
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If you come up on a dude just sitting on the bank or a rock and watching a piece of water, quietly contemplating his move while fish boil all around, he's the real deal.
Most unseasoned fly guys are so overtaken by risers they can't get in the water fast enough and start flailing.
Sandpaper thumb...striped bass anglers
How about a sweat-stained, deet-soaked fishin' hat?
Here in Alaska, its easy to pick out the cabela's models from the real fisherman, due to the fact that the posers all carry those little electronic skeeter repellers!
Yup, nuttin' beats 100% DEET...What was the question again???
Worn in old hat/cap.
God-like casting stroke and accuracy that make you feel humbled and inadequate.
Clothes that blend in with the surroundings.
Hand tied leaders.
You never hear them coming until they say whisper, "How's the fishin?" and they offer ...
"If that's not working try one of these ..." handing you a fly as they quietly disappear, leaving you wondering, "Who was that masked man?"
Always have beer in a cooler at their camp/truck, to offer to a stranger or new friend.
Multiple pocket shirts, flies drying in cap visor, suntan after sunburn (wimps and women use sunscreen)
Smells like Deep Woods Off or 100% DEET (sometimes like something died after a couple days without showering too.)
Truck Cab looks like a fly Shop blew up over the interior, rods on dash, behind seats, waders on floor, flies and tippet material all over the interior, fly lines drying wrapped around the sunvisors, along with miscellaneous leaders.
Cuts on your hands from pulling knots tight. I have two or three in the creases of my fingers that open up for the summer on the first fishing trip every spring.
The raccoon eyes are a huge telltale factor. I proudly rock the raccoon look all summer .
If you see someone nymphing with no indicator and doing well, also if mayflies enter your truck as dunns (drawn to the dome lights as you leave the stream after dark), morph on the dash, and go spinning on their merry way the next evening streamside again.
I think the good ones fish alone. Fish slowly and spend more time watching than casting. I think guys that carry a lot of equipment don't know what they are doing. Look for wet sleeves from landing fishing and they never count how many they've caught. If he's wearing an old flannel shirt while fly fishing... damn he's good.
Sand paper thumb, line cuts, (Small tippet slices wet fingers like a razor... OW!) racoon eyes, lack of sleep look, (Bloodshot eyes) and any hint of fish smell, or a smoke and rotting flesh (Carp) smell. All of these apply to me...
Definitely sweat stained hats and arm pits on your shirt. Mud caked on your knees. In the summer, I don't wear waders. Watching and thinking about half the time. Picking ticks off your body.(Its gonna happen if you have to get to the good spots)
1) The guys that look at and read the water and decide how they want to approach before casting are the guys that have it together. They pick the water over before moving and spook fewer fish, and hook more.
2) Guys that have more gear than they can fit in a couple pockets of their vest have way more than they could possibly use or know how to use. Guys with less gear usually know how to use it better.
3) I proudly rock the raccoon tan all summer.
4) My sleeves always get wet when I land and release fish.
5) I smell like DEET and still have mosquito bites all over any inch of exposed skin.
6) I get small cuts and scratches from pushing through the brush to get to the good spots. If its a really good spot, I get bruises on my knees, elbows and shins from climbing down a rock face, rod in teeth, to get there.
7) I look like hell after a fishing trip: I don't waste time on how I look, because the fish don't care. I worry more about how my fly looks when I present it to them. No shaving, no washing my face, nothing that won't help me catch more fish faster. I barely stop to eat.
8) Because I use nothing but single-handed rods, the muscles of the wrist, forearm and shoulder of my casting arm are bigger, stronger and more defined than those of my left side. I'm not kidding on this one.
Let's see, I think it started years back when I decided one school night that I was going to hide my books in my closet and load my tackle in my backpack, take the bus to school and 'accidentally' miss my stop. Just so happend 3 stops later took me to the entrance of the parks and to a river packed with April steelies. The dead giveaway to my mom wasn't the message on the answering machine from my school that I hadn't shown up, it was the water lines & mud stains on my pants and ruined shoes and the dried fish slime all over my pantlegs. Needless to say, I got dropped off the next day instead of being trusted with the bus. Did this stop me? .... Yea rite!
Whats sunscreen?
Good call Evan. Get that crap on your fly and your done.
Nothing says "fisherman" like that groove worn into one of your front teeth.
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