Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Compleat "One Bug Is Fake"



A Special Guest Post by Brandon Robinson, "One Bug Is Fake"
 
As far back as I can recollect I have had to maintain some level of professionalism. Not that I have always done so, but it has been expected.  The oldest child, “You’re older, you KNOW better.” The only son, “While I’m gone, you’re the man of the house.” Funny, Dad got to whip my sister when she got into trouble, I never did get to shoulder that particular “hurt me worse than it does you” burden. Then, I went to work for my father in his business.  He poured concrete, and was famous for his work. I went to work at a very young age because it made sense to my father:  “If you don’t stay in school, this is the kind of work you will be stuck doing.” He had a small crew, of which I was the only relative.  Some dads have kids that “can do no wrong” as employees: I always envied those kids.  My dad was of the opposite school of thought in that his kid will never get the chance to do wrong, because he will ride his kid harder than any other employee. At the time, I thought it was crap. Though now, I will openly admit it provided me with valuable skills that would save my bacon in the future. His work ethic was the greatest gift I was ever given, even better than Teddy Ruxpin.

Military service demands professionalism.  It is more than an expectation, it is doctrine.  I didn’t have to learn it like others did, still I was constantly reminded of it.  Example, at one point I was jumped by a seemingly constant increase of TIs (Training Instructors… USAF Drill Sergeants), startled because I was not aware of any ‘malfunction’ on my part, I panicked that my military career was finished before it began. I saw into the future, and it was bleak almost post-apocalyptic existence. I ran through all the hoops and fought back the tears as I stood there bracing myself for the shame I was about to bear.  Suddenly it was over, leaving me more confused than when it started.  Weeks later, SSgt Anthony Bell informed me that on the particular day I had the pleasure of meeting all those TIs, he had recently realized that I had not screwed up, and no one could remember me screwing up and thus, I had not been properly motivated.  It was his job to make sure I received the full experience, and it would be shameful if I graduated Basic Military Training without it.  I suppose Orin Scrivello, DDS must have been his life coach.
Every review, every performance report, every letter of recommendation I have ever received has had the same things in it.  “Excellent work ethic… upmost integrity… highly professional…” All because every time I am faced with a choice, the easy choice always has me projecting my father’s disappointment.  Instead of the proverbial ‘angel on one shoulder / devil on the other’ helping to steer my life, I have a father’s pride on one shoulder and a bleak nothingness on the other.  His lasting guidance allowed me to succeed in the job I have now.  I teach air conditioning at a “for-profit” trade school.  Many of the kids (colloquial term, most of the students are older than I, when measured by calendar) in my classroom have never known a sense of professionalism.  It is something you can tell them about, but yours has to be near perfect if you want some semblance of it to sink in for them. I have this role and in many ways, I have become my father. I am a better man from his influence. The students in my class are my kids and they know I hold them to a standard beyond the minimum.  This is my wheelhouse, it is what I am.  I hope they are better from mine.

My dad doesn’t fly fish though. In fly fishing, I have no mentor.  I am void of tutors and authority figures: there is no one to disappoint. I can fish anyway I want, be irreverent as I like, and that appeals to the part of me that wishes I would choose a different path, on the occasions I can take the ‘easy street’ or ‘integrity boulevard’.  Because of that, there is a freedom in fly fishing permitting me to tie soft-plastic grub tails to bass flies on occasion, or chunk a 1/32oz rooster tail at trout.  I don’t subscribe to the three rules of fly angling; it’s rarely upstream, hardly ever dry flies, and almost never to rising trout.  I fish for carp, gar, catfish, suckers, bass, bream, and even felines: and I don’t feel the slightest pang of guilt. 
The sad thing is; this will probably put purists off of me and my writing.  To some in the world of fly fishing, I am a pagan devil.  A heathen, a non-believer… an infidel.  I am, “all that is wrong with the direction this sport is going.”  If you prick me, do I not bleed?  If you open my car, would you not find fly rods?  I hold myself to my one standard… one testament, I fish with a fly rod only. If you don’t fish the same way as I do it isn’t a problem: judge not, lest ye be judged. Fly fishing is supposed to make you happy.  If you like to fish a certain way, then go for it.  Even if you pick up, own, or frequently gear fish… I’ll still fish with you, but there will be some good natured ribbing.  Just like I catch flak at the fly shop for buying more flies than I do material, it isn’t meant to be anything mean… Not the way I do it anyway.  I try not to nymph, not that there is a thing wrong with it, I just don’t like it. I do know how to drift, just ask Crazy Mike.  He assumed because I wanted to throw streamers, somehow that meant I didn’t know anything else.  After a while I became frustrated with his assumptions and I picked up a rod he had rigged with a pattern that he proclaimed “wasn’t working”, and promptly tossed out about twenty feet of line upstream and let it drift.  Two perfect mends then a fish to hand locked his jaw for the trip, save for one remark under his breath… “Guess it wasn’t a bad pattern…”   He was looking down at me judging me with holier than thou assumptions, and that just brings me to the creamy center of this philosophical twinkie, finally.


The point I am making is; this sport is what it is, and people get exactly what they want out of it.  This is the one area of my life where I don’t have to be professional; I don’t have to subscribe to someone else’s ideals.  There isn’t wrong involved in enjoying your hobby however it makes you happy.  The wrong is trying to enjoy your hobby the way someone else pressures you too.  So yes, by many other standards, I am an infidel.  It’s my church friends, and I’m the Padre.


22 comments:

  1. This definitely strikes a chord with me, and I whole heartledly agree you are the infidel of fly fishing. Thankfully I'm with you--it needs to be shaken not stirred. Good reminders about the point of doing it in the first place.

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  2. Another great read. I'm sure you've made your dad proud!

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  3. Good post, Brandon!

    I'm with you: as long as its legal & you're having fun, who is anyone to judge?

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  4. Thanks, Brandon...for sharing your thoughts with us today. As I told you when I previewed this post, I thought it was your best writing yet! Congrats...

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  5. That was quick, wow!

    Will, thanks man. That means a lot. Good to know I am in good company.

    Amanda, thanks! I try to.

    Erin, speechless. My sincerest thanks.

    Mat, my thoughts exactly!

    RD, I am glad you like it!

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  6. You fish on your terms, infidel or not, you are the Padre...

    This was fantastically written, really well done!

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    1. Once again man, thanks for reading and for leaving a comment!

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  7. Your comment about picking up a nymphing rig reminded me of the scene in Quigley Down Under when Tom Selleck's character (a rifle purist) wins a fast draw gunfight with his protagonist who moans " I thought you said you didn't use a pistol". Quigley replied " I said I didn't have much use for them...I never said I couldn't use one".

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    1. And the award for most awesome comment goes to...*drumroll* Mark!
      Man Quigley, really? Too cool! Thanks!

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  8. Brandon- You're preaching to the choir here. I'm anti-elitist, and celebrate your ethic. As for working with dads, ours were one and the same, and I had those silver spoon friends who didn't appreciate the businesses their parents handed them to run into the ground. We be of one blood, ye and I...

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    1. Then I guess I am in good company! Thanks Jason.

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  9. Solid post my friend. As much ribbing as I give you sometimes, I like that you've pretty much decided to do your own thing and not let anyone's opinion stand in the way. That's definitely something to respect in my book.

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    1. Thanks Matt! I am not sure how to respond to that, other than to say thank you again.

      Thanks man, that really means a lot.

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  10. I'm with you, cuz. Look me up if you ever get to the Arkansas River here in Leadville. I'd fish with you any day.

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    1. I will have to give Arkansas another try. The best part about my last trip was meeting Chase from Feather and Scale . I will surely keep that in mind, thanks!

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  11. I once was out fly fishing, a rarity, caught a creek chub, put it on a big hook, put on a red and white bobber and tossed it out there. Thought the fly guy I was with was going to puke.

    It's a delivery method.

    My dad was a life long roofer, he told me this too one day:
    “If you don’t stay in school, this is the kind of work you will be stuck doing.”

    Great writing from the heart. That's all I'm interested in and you do it well.

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    1. I foul hooked a blacktail shiner and killed it casting, all of this by accident.

      I tossed it back in the water, caught my first freshwater drum.

      Thanks for commenting, I am glad I could deliver. Thanks again to RD for hooking me up!

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  12. Brandon, you make it easy for a fathers chest to swell with pri
    de! Luv ya!

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  13. How strong of u to discuss a time when you felt vulnerable, not in control. We all feel that way.... I think most of my irritations stem from the feeling of having no input, not control. Glad u found an outlet that allows you to be master and brings u such peace & tranquility.

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    1. Thank you so much for your kind and supportive words.

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