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Stream Cred

April 14, 201414 CommentsPhilosophyBy Jason Klass

More years ago than I care to admit, I worked in a fly shop that catered to a pretty mixed bag of characters. On any given day, anyone from Barbour-clad Bogdan reel collectors, to redneck bait chuckers could walk through the door. It was during a time I consider to be the pinnacle of fly fishing snobbery (even more so than today), so you can imagine that there was a bit of a “caste system” among our clientele.

It was still fresh off the heels of that movie and it seemed everyone felt like they could (and, therefore, should) fly fish. Especially those with money. I can’t count the number of times I sold $600 rods and $500 reels to lawyers, doctors, and idle rich who couldn’t make a backcast without slapping the water. I got the feeling many of them were in it just to tell people they “fly fish” at pretentious cocktail parties in order to boast some kind of pseudo “outdoorsy” machismo.

Then, there were the young kids who couldn’t even afford our lowest price rod, but had more passion and enthusiasm about fly fishing than all of those charlatans put together. And, of course, there was everything in between. But one regular in particular stands out…

In order to protect the innocent, let’s call him “Bruce” since a.) that was his real name and b.) he was anything but “innocent”. Bruce was a sniper in Vietnam. I don’t know how many confirmed kills he had but he was a crack shot. He could put a bullet through the left eye of a gopher at 200 yards without even thinking about it (or right eye if he chose). He was the one who taught me how to skeet shoot and his seemingly natural ability to focus without focusing always made me feel like an out-of-place klutz on the skeet range.

Bruce was a pretty rough character. Think stereotypical biker (which he was) with a black leather vest, wallet chain, tattoos, and long, wiry hair. He wore a countenance that would would make the Barbour guys keep a safe distance at the other end of the shop, yet was a nice enough guy (as long as he liked you).  I’m pretty sure he had some kind of gang affiliation but didn’t dare ask about it. Despite the fact that I was a total prep, for whatever reason, he took a shining to me and gave me the curious nickname of “Youngblood” (I never did ask him why).

He liked to fish a local spring creek that was notoriously difficult. It was one of those places with such high pressure that you could literally walk right up to a 24″ trout and it wouldn’t even move. It wouldn’t take your fly either. Nor the next 30 different flies you put in from of them. But they’d take Bruce’s flies. For all his “brutishness”, he had mastered the art of delicate persuasion–presenting #28 midges on 8X tippet to large trout that had a seeming professorial knowledge of entomology. And he’d put anyone to shame who looked like they just got off of an Orvis catalog shoot.

Bruce had what I call “stream cred”–fly fishing’s version of street cred. Other anglers looked down on him because he didn’t look the part. But he would out-fish any of them and he knew it. And, in a strange way, I think he secretly enjoyed the dichotomy.

In fact, some of the best fishermen I have known didn’t look the part at all. I think of my friend George, a gray haired, ponytailed hippie sporting waders and jerry-rigged gear from the 80s. Or Kyle, a pothead bassist punk that you wouldn’t let your daughter get within 100 feet of, but out-fished me on every single steelhead trip.

These guys were the antithesis of the shiny models convexly distorted by fish-eye camera lenses in the catalogs and magazines. But they were good. Really good. And their streamcraft would quickly embarrass most anglers donning the latest Costa Del Mars, Patagonia shirts, and $600 waders.

Maybe it’s because rather than buying into the images the magazines were selling, these “rogues” just fished. They didn’t care about always having the latest gear. They didn’t jump on the latest trends to be trendy. They just fished.

The thing about stream cred is that you can’t buy it. It doesn’t matter which brand of tackle you use, it doesn’t matter how many blog posts you’ve written, or how many followers you have on social media. It’s something that’s earned and is invisible to the casual observer. You can’t discern it from what someone looks like, the type of gear they use or from eavesdropping on a bragging session in the local fly shop. It has to be witnessed on the water. Only then will you know if someone’s got it.

I used to think that more and better gear would make me a better angler. But since learning tenkara, I’ve done a 180. And reminiscing about people in my past like Bruce only confirms the idea that it’s really the angler that catches the fish, not the tackle.

I no longer have the luxury of making excuses like “I didn’t have the right fly”, “I forgot my floatant”, or, “the reel jammed”. It’s all me. I fish without alibis. And while I have to admit it was scary at first (like going into battle naked), I think it’s the best way to truly test your strem cred.

You’ve either got it or you don’t. And, there’s only one way to get it.

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Jason Klass

Jason is an avid fly angler and backpacker. As a former fly fishing guide originally from Western New York, he moved to Colorado and became an early adopter of tenkara which perfectly suited the small, high altitude streams and lakes there. He has not fished a Western-style fly rod for trout since.

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14 Comments
  1. April 14, 2014 at 10:52 pm
    Chris Schatte

    Great topic Jason. Thought that I had it by fishing with my Tenkara rods for years on my water and finally gained some respect. Thought I had it by placing in our annual fishing tournament after 4 years of nothing using my Tenkara rods. The one thing, the only thing that gave me the topic of your post, not for me personally, not for those whom I usually fish with, but those veterans that I guided on my river for 3 days. Those guys that I took the time to show the nature of the river that creates the opportunity to fish. This opportunity was soulfully fulfilling since I could not have done what these veterans did for me. They did it in my stead, so in my capacity of knowing my river I did what I could do to help them regain some form of the usual lives we live. Stream Cred… Those veterans that had never fly fished before and I was able to be with them on my water and we caught over and over and over. A blessed simple experience. They gave me my stream cred. Have 3 more outings with vets scheduled thru Project Healing Waters for later this year. Hopefully I can re – create this for the vets that I will fish with. This and conservation of my water continues to give me blessed stream cred…

  2. April 15, 2014 at 7:45 am
    Dave Truelove

    Tools don’t make a mechanic.
    (My dad’s saying)

  3. April 15, 2014 at 8:01 am
    Don M

    Good stuff Jason!

  4. April 15, 2014 at 10:27 am
    TIMMY!

    Jason, so good to read a current article from you! Needed my “Klass fix”, great article! and Chris S., so appreciate what you do for our vets, my son is a Marine “wounded warrior”, thank you my friend!

  5. April 15, 2014 at 11:47 am
    Richard Voss

    great read to meet the morning . . . especially when all the rivers are still frozen (8->)

  6. May 18, 2014 at 8:53 am
    bob sands

    Very interesting for is 69 yr old. My grandfather started me “Fly fishing” with a cane pole and with a fly that looked like a honey bee. We definitely not considered in the “In crowd” when we were on the streams that fed Lake Gregory in Crestline Calif. At that time they had a “Exclusive resort” called the San Moritz Club. I lost count of the number of rainbow trout we caught but I do remember how he gently released the trout. When people asked him why he did that he said that fish were a precious resource not to be wasted. This Old grandfather from the UK. sure knew what he was talking about!

  7. May 18, 2014 at 9:04 am
    Paul Arnold

    Interesting stories, Jason, and skilfully presented as well. I have had the same sort of experience when I lived in a small town in Montana. Plenty of dudes visiting (as easy to spot at Safeway as on the Beaverhead or Big Hole) and not many of them had stream skills that could match those of local high schoolers. The situation always reminded me of those Ed Zern cartoons from the ’30s in which the skunked capitalist meets up with the freckled kid with a willow pole and his string of trout. On the other hand, some of those expensively outfitted guys were flyfishing Supermen. Stream Cred. I’m going to steal that term, Jason.

  8. May 18, 2014 at 7:48 pm
    Edgar Vaughn

    I thought I liked you guys–you tear down the “dudes” so you can build yourselves up. Who is the snob here? So you have stream cred, whatever that is, does it make you a better person? Remember those “dudes” put food on guides tables and bottom lines for purveyors of fly fishing “stuff.” Having been a fly fisher for over 65+ years I have listened to all the one-upness.known to the fly angling community and those who do this meanness should be ashamed. No wonder people hate us. Sometimes I am embarrase to admit that fly fishing is my passion. Check your hearts guys–we need to care for others and not attack them.

  9. May 19, 2014 at 2:32 pm
    Jason Klass

    Hey Edgar, the point of this article was the opposite of attacking anyone. In fact, it was to stand up for the people who are looked down on by the snobby anglers with $800 fly rods but are actually more skilled.

  10. May 19, 2014 at 5:53 pm
    Edgar Vaughn

    Not getting into a spitting contest. What is the fruit of what we say? If it is good, fine. If it ain’t why say it.

  11. May 31, 2014 at 10:10 am
    jim ritter

    Jason
    Am I doing something wrong connecting EZ keepers to my Tenkara Rods? I really like them, but I’ve lost a couple and they seem fairly tight when attached. I wondered if you or others have had any
    troubles with them. Thanks, great articles……Jim.

  12. May 31, 2014 at 10:29 am
    Jason Klass

    Hi Jim, what rod is it? Could it be possible the blank is too thin to stretch the o-rings enough to be tight?

  13. July 7, 2014 at 6:29 pm
    Dan

    Jason
    Thanks for caring about vets. I also appreciate your thoughtful articles.

  14. September 17, 2018 at 7:35 am
    Gilbert Ayala

    Aloha ,growing up in the islands and fishing with Dad was like watching a master.Dad had fish eyes he could see fish at a distance where most people could not.He I would say dad I no see nothing in the water he would say you are not looking……you must know what you are looking for.
    Memories of and old man.
    The lost Hawaiian.

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