Tied Flies and Old Guys
Every year at the end of April the men in my family gather together in Northern Michigan to celebrate Trout Opener. Last year the younger generation of boys was included in the family ritual. Fly fishing is a major pass time while at my grandparent’s cabin on the Little Manistee River. However, Trout Opener is not necessarily all about fly fishing. It is a chance for all the men in my family to come together, including my cousin and uncle from California.
Throughout the weekend the cabin walls are littered with fishing rods (more so than usual). These rods are manufactured from the process of tube rolling. This is a manufacturing method that produces tubular parts. It does this through a process of heat curing materials that have been wrapped around a circular mold. This mold is then removed unveiling the molded tube. This type of tube forming process is widely used due to its high production rates. The process also provides tubes with enhanced strength to weight properties which is very important for fly fishing. The rods are rather skinny and need to withstand the maneuvers and strength of a caught fish.
As much as my father and uncles love fishing I still haven’t gotten very involved in the sport. I enjoy sitting in the river taking in the wilderness and casting my fly rod back and forth, praying it doesn’t get stuck in a tree. Heaven forbid I actual capture a fish. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. I can just imagine myself trying to get the hook out of the poor creature’s mouth. My only sanctity would be my solitude in the woods, shielding my girlish screams. I don’t even want to have one in my net. I can just imagine the poor beast desperately flailing about trying to save itself. My only solace is the fact that I can fish that river for eight years and never even get a nibble.