You Just Might Be A Troutbum.... By Juni Fisher
Nobody’s gonna make you quit. You’re not gonna try to quit on your own. You’ve got ’way too much time and cash invested to turn back. You’re even kinda proud to be called down on it.... You just might be a troutbum.
Oh, yeah, you’ll dredge out a popper or a streamer and hit a piece of warm water, and you’ll catch a few bass, or bream, or crappie, and you might go off to some exotic place and pretend that you just love to cast an eight or ten weight rod for Bermuda Carp (oh, sorry, they call them bonefish) but after the fun is over, you need a trout fix.
Yep. You’re gettin’ a little defensive even now, aren’t you? You just might be a trout bum.
It’s not the worst thing you could have acquired as a habit. There’s collecting goofy looking cars, hanging photos of Judy Garland in every room of the house, going to the Rocky Horror Picture Show every Friday at midnight. There’s pouring time and money into a boat, into bird dogs, into shotguns, into horses. All time and money consuming things. You could have decided you’d buy a Corvette and find pooh-haired fluffy named Lacey, spelled Layci, to ride around in it with you. If you’re a lady, you could have decided the best thing you could do was to keep scheduling cosmetic surgery until you finally acquired that look of perpetual surprise like some of the women in the pages of “In Style”. Or you could have taken up tennis, so you could have the tan and the little outfit, and the cute tennis instructor.....But NOOOOO, you chose to be a trout bum.
It’s OK, there’s no shame involved, and while it’s not curable, it’s manageable, up to a point.
If the waders fit, wear ‘em. Here’s a few ways to tell:
If you have at least one fly rod in your car at all times....
If you admit to having one rod in the car, but you actually have three in there, because you never know which one you might need....
If you have two or more fishing magazines in the bathroom....
If you’ve ever told someone a good spot to go fishing, with out actually divulging YOUR spot....
If you check out every body of water that might possibly hold trout, even if it means holding up traffic on the highway....
If you get the shakes because you haven’t fished for six days....
If you’ve ever been caught in a generation, because you just knew a fish you’ve named “big Daddy” was ready to strike....
If you’ve ever set a hook in your sleep, and woke yourself up doing it....
If you’ve ever combed dubbing off the family dog....
If you’ve ever combed dubbing off someone else’s dog....
If you’ve ever slowed down to see if there was anything usable on a road kill....
If you get defensive when your non-fishing friends ask how many rods/reels/flies/vests/etc. you really need....
If you get vague when your significant other asks how long you’re planning to fish on any given day....
If you go get your own coffee at the fly shop....
If you have your own chair at the fly shop....
If your vehicle smells like damp waders at any given time....
If you’ve ever tried to verbally coax a trout to take your fly....
If walking by the trout tank at an aquarium makes you groan audibly....
If you have more than one special fishing shirt....
If you’ve ever missed a family reunion, wedding, school play, party, or any other function because the fish were rising and you just couldn’t leave....
If you’ve ever been annoyed at a non-trout for taking your fly because it took up extra time to land it and get your fly back....
If you’ve ever trashed the knees of your waders, crawling up to a pool to get in the one cast you’re gonna get there....
If Sage isn’t a spice, Winston isn’t a cigarette, Orvis isn‘t a pet shampoo, St Croix isn’t a saint, Scott isn’t an F. Fitzgerald, Payne doesn’t hurt, Wulff doesn’t howl, Ross isn’t a Betsy, Pate doesn‘t go on crackers, a two piece isn’t a swimsuit, a three piece isn’t a business suit, a 4, a 5, a 6, a 7, an 8 or a 9 aren’t golf clubs, and Lefty is not a pitcher....
And finally, if you’re reading this and saying, “Oh Yeah? What’s wrong that? “.....
You Just Might Be A Trout Bum
Juni ReadHead Fisher
Other indicators by other Troutbums:
If you stop in your local flyshop, they’re really busy, and you start waiting on customers.
If you thank a trout for taking your fly on a slow day.
If you’ve ever thought of quitting your day job and moving to Wyoming or Colorado to be a guide....wait.....some of you HAVE quit your jobs and moved!
If you’ll drop five bucks on a bucket raffle to try to win someone else’s good fly patterns, because they just might have tied a magic fly.
If you have a TU sticker, a FlyFishing Federation sticker, and a trout decal on your car, and NEVER take out your gear bag.
If your license frame reads “I Brake For Trout Water” (call me at work, I’ll order you one just like mine)
If your significant other gives you a fly line instead of jewelry for Valentine’s day and you’re cool with it (and you’re a single female troutbum)
If you saw “Lord Of the Rings” and got to blinking and twitching when they walked along and rowed through those New Zealand trout streams.
If every item of clothing you covet is judged by it’s merits as fishing clothes.
If you joined TU and pretended you were very concerned about watersheds and conservation....but you know in your heart you really wanted to find out where to fish. (It’s OK, it was the general consensus at the training session we attended)
If your vehicle has been seen at river accesses and sporting goods stores more than it has at church.
If you’ll stand in a cold river, your fingers numb, and your toes somewhere in another realm, and keep casting a fluff of fur and feathers at a fish with a pea sized brain, and keep telling yourself you’re just about to get that fish to rise......... YOU JUST MIGHT BE A TROUTBUM.
Might be? If you’ve read this far, you ARE one.
Lastly by me:
If you looked at the font color here and thought nice Salmonfly Orange and Caddis Green...
If you read through this and mentally marked off the 4 that didn't apply...
Tight lines,
Wade