When the blogosphere erupted in wild speculation this afternoon of an image reflected in Vice President Cheney’s sunglasses, my curiosity was piqued. What could all the fuss be about, I asked myself as I typed “Cheney” and “sunglasses” in the Google search box. When the image appeared on my screen, I was somewhat disappointed that all the fuss was for nothing. The image also angered me in a way that probably only a few could appreciate.
The image, upon first glance was recognized immediately. It’s is obviously a reflection of a persons arm casting a fly rod. No, the anger was not the realization that the image was not anything closely resembling the speculations that were running rampant all over the web. The anger resulted in the fact that I was reminded he was a fly fisherman. I didn’t really appreciate being reminded of that fact!
I, along with everybody else who partakes in this sport/past-time/hobby/stress relieving activity know what I’m talking about. Fly fishing, also referred to as “the quiet sport” is more of a mental activity than a physical one, but it is different things to different people. For me it’s my “Zen.” There is something very calming about listening to the sound of the river of creek you are standing in, and realizing that everything depends on your skill to present the pattern in just the right way as to imitate it’s living counterpart to entice the fish to take your offering. If you’ve done it right, and the fish strikes, you’ve got a battle on your hands! A hefty Cutthroat or Bull Trout on light fly gear is an invigorating thrill, and requires skill and tact to land your catch. And yes, I practice catch and release! But that’s not what this is about, well sort of.
The part that angered me the most about the picture is it made me want to “politicize” my favorite pastime. After it sunk in, all I could ask myself was “how could he be able to enjoy this wonderful pastime (which he obviously is, judging by the smile on his face) after all he’s done to bring shame to America. Lying about Iraq having WMD. Authorizing the use of torture by the CIA. His part in rallying support for the invasion of Iraq. His response of “so?” when asked about public opinion polls. The list goes on and on of all the things I don’t like and trust about this man.
Then I tried to justify his apparent pleasure of being able to partake in the art of fly fishing while he has sent the sons and daughters of other fly fishermen to war by telling myself “that he’s not human, and has no sole, so I shouldn’t be too shocked.” The image invoked feelings of anger, hate, denial, and then depression. I knew he enjoyed fly fishing, but over the past 7 years that fact had slipped my mind. It had been replaced by more relevant thoughts about who and what Dick Cheney is all about, none of which I respect.
But now that spring is in the air, my spare winter hours were spent tying this spring and summer’s hatch patterns, and the fly lines have been cleaned and conditioned, but as of today I feel an emptiness inside. The picture of Cheney has dampened my enthusiasm to get back out on the water this spring. He obviously doesn’t look saddened that our country is still at war, but this picture has reminded me that we are.
I always felt that I’d enjoy fly fishing until I was no longer physically able to do it. But after today, I almost feel as if I’m no longer emotionally willing to do it. There is a lot of truth to the old saying, “a picture speaks a thousand words.” And this picture is speaking thousands of words to me that I don’t like.
Fly Fishing is Ruined For Me
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