Just one of those days when the fly fishing newsfeed happens to churn out polar opposites of the same theme.
At the premium end, hard on the wheels of the Bentley Bentayga [TF487] comes Rolls-Royce’s debut in the SUV market and I have to say I’m underwhelmed. You can’t stick that iconic grille on just any automobile genre and think, “Nailed it…”
Well you can, but I’m not sure you’re right. Looking at the Cullinan is like looking at the family butler as he whizzes past you on a skateboard on his day off, complete with back-to-front baseball cap. Something’s not right.
Give me Sam Soholt’s inventiveness instead, transforming an old school bus into a field sports motorhome with a difference. I was about to refer to it as the ‘budget’ end of this mechanical tale but mulling over the costs his labour of love is likely to have incurred, you’re probably looking at half a Jag’s worth, as it is.
Take this to a hundred other companies in the fishing trade and they’d spit the dummy.
“Where’s the product?!”
“It doesn’t even mention fishing?!”
“What the *** are you morons on…?!”
If that’s you, allow me to offer you an alternative view of this sales pitch.
Some of us like the soft sell, just as we like being told a nice story in a world full of ugly ones. Nor do we regard “less is more” as an accidental oxymoron.
So we read this, enjoy the whimsy and may well subconsciously remember the firm responsible next time we’re in the market for eyewear.
And there are more of us than you think.
Secondary reason for posting this: those of you serious about your fishing photography have probably spent enough on it to make protecting your gear a priority while on the road or in the air. For you, the people at Pelican Cases believe they have the answer (hat tip to Moldy Chum for the link)…
Now, the primary reason for posting this: those of you in your mid-50s and older, who grew up watching British TV – how far did you get through this video before a certain episode of The Persuaders came to mind (where the denouement starts at the 49:07 mark)?
“You wouldn’t believe what I’ve been doing to that case…”
I set the bar at five seconds…
Image by Scott Maxwell
What starts as an innocent enough eulogy to blagging freebies at fishing shows turns into a shameless masterclass in the art of proving that there is indeed such a thing as a free lunch.
Were the GoFishing Show still in existence, I and my colleagues manning the stands would have had a field day using the Golden Beetle’s pointers to unmask any copycat impostors.
As it is, should you be in the market for some top-of-the-range gear at this year’s CLA Game Fair, you might be well advised to leave your polo shirt in the wardrobe…
That thing they say, about how police officers start to look younger the older you get?
I must now accept, with great sadness, that the condition extends way beyond the boundaries of law enforcement…
(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Part nuts-and-bolts guide, part reflection on the wiles of marketing and those of us who fall for them, The Classical Angler has written a fascinating account of how slow-action fly rods were usurped by the busy-bee tempo of the stiff, modern counterpart and how they are gradually making a comeback.
Finally, I know that a stiff rod with slow action is not an oxymoron.
Flyfishing is lucky in this respect, for on a very different sporting playground, I once experimented with a couple of wooden-headed golf clubs that I suspect had been built not long after hickory was replaced by metal when it came to the club’s shaft.
Slow-action? Reach the top of your backswing with those whippy antiques and you could have poured yourself a Martini in the time it took for the clubhead to embark languidly on its return journey. Had I ever been able to make the club’s unwinding coincide with the head’s impact with the ball, I’m sure the latter would have travelled some way but it was a timing exercise tantamount to catching lightning in a bottle.
With the exception of a few nostalgics who continue to play with hickory-shafted clubs for old times’ sake, golf’s past is past where clubs are concerned, yet fly anglers can still switch from one generation of rod manufacture to another and find their fishing enhanced for more than merely sentimental reasons, as The Classical Angler has explained so inspiringly.
“Now the generation of anglers that have never tasted this wine need to have the courage to question things, and pick up a rod like the Orvis Superfine Touch or Superfine Glass, and see what has been hidden behind the yellow curtain all these years.
Soft rods are coming back, and like the LP, the sound will be like nothing else since.”
Those of you who may be experiencing a certain perishing of the bladder’s seal as years slip by, may find this thread worth keeping an eye on.
Caught somewhat short while up to my nicky-nacky-noos in the River Swale last month (link is for the benefit of our trans-Atlantic readers…) it occurred to me that the contest between de-layering speed and the fortitude of your urethral sphincter can become so finely-balanced as to be worth a place on a Japanese game show.
“The hell with landing on Mars,” I remember thinking to myself. “Just invent the front-zipper waders, someone…”
I had no idea they were already out there. The field test terms of reference could make interesting reading…