Monday’s "Smash & Grab" Award Winner: The Drake
By Tom Chandler on Sep 18, 2007 in Underground Entertainment
Choosing one product for my Monday “Smash & Grab Award” (the prize that goes to the product I most want to steal from the floor of the FFR show) isn’t easy.
There are always a few fly rods and reels that are grab-worthy, and for that matter, some interesting accessories too (not to mention a few booth babes).
Still, today’s runner up is unusual in that I actually did spirit one away from the hall — the Fall 2007 issue of the Drake.
For those not familiar with The Drake, it’s fast becoming the fly fishing magazine for those of us who fish instead of worrying if our vest matches our sunglasses.
Like any publication with an edge, you don’t always buy into the attitude, but give Tom Bie credit — the thing’s always been about quality.
And yes, Bie saw fit to recognize my own singular genius by publishing a short piece of mine in the Tippets section, but the real gem in this issue is a brilliant piece by Ted Leeson: Fly Fishing du Jour.
I could bloviate endlessly about this article — its ability wander to and fro across the fly fishing landscape, forcing me to nod my head at every other sentence — but that would be more ego than information.
I’d be using my words to describe what Leeson’s already said — and said better than I could.
I will say this; Leeson harpoons the stereotypes on both sides of the traditional (The Old Guys) vs extreme (The Young Guys) fly fishing debate with passages like the following:
Fly fishing, like almost everything else in America, is being sucked up, stirred and homogenized into the great beige pudding that of contemporary pop culture, just another TV prop for hawking laxatives, retirement plans, and various tonics for the four-hour erection.
Against this backdrop a new angling culture has taken shape, one that we’ll call extreme fly fishing because we can think of nothing better — though already the term shows signs of advanced fatigue and significant tread.
Later, he quietly skewers the posturing that sometimes causes The Old Guys to sometimes relegate The Young Guys to hooligan status:
Every generation reinvents the past under the guise of rejecting it, rediscovers old ideas under the illusion of creating them first the first time. It’s not just a prerogative of the young; it’s their job.
Buy it (unless you can smash & grab a copy like I did). Read it. Tell us what you think.
Runners Up
There were plenty of interesting goodies, and while it’s an odd thing for a mostly dry fly fisher to say, I admit I coveted Ernie Schweibert’s last publication — his two monstrous volumes focused on nymphs.
In a long, rambling discussion with Jeffrey Serena of Lyons Press (more on this later), we decided that Schweibert’s magnum opus on nymphs represented approximately 12 pounds of data, information, stories and memories, and it’s the latter two that interest me the most.
It’s today’s surprise pick.
I also admit coveting a 7wt version of the Orvis Helios I field tested for streamer fishing (damnit, I am going to master that next year), but a fly rod choice is too predictable, and besides, they went with a dark rod blank instead of the gorgeous light olive of my test rod, and the dark rod simply doesn’t match my vest or sunglasses.
Finally, I’ve managed to avoid tube flies thus far in my life, but after John Albright at HMH Vise gave me a demonstration of the things — and explained why you’d use tube fly for everything from steelies to trout and smallies — the light bulb went on.
I’ve used an HMH Bench Standard vise for years, but now covet his tube fly vise. John’s eyesight was too good for me to swipe the thing, so I’ll have to scare one up another way.
Running Away
I’m facing my always-enjoyable trip to the airport for my always-enjoyable trip through airport security (want a side of cavity search with that?), after which I’ll board the plane for the always-enjoyable cattle car flight experience.
I’ve got a half-dozen articles planned, and at this point, all that remains is my sitting down and writing them.
Still, I think you’ll like them. See you at the keyboard, Tom Chandler.
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Sully | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
You’re sent with explicit instructions to score 3-ounces of alloy and you come back with pieces of a dead tree?
Cameron D. | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
Tom, thanks for following up on my suggestion on things to look for. I eagerly await your articles on all that you saw and heard. Comp yourself a day at a spa for those sore legs and feet.
Pete | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
The Ted Leeson excerpt is great. And The Drake is proof that Dead Tree media is not dead. Good content is good content, whether it’s coded in html or printed on 3grade freesheet paper.
I’ve never held the belief that blogs and websites mean the death knell for print. What the Drake shows is that, in a time when free content is a few key strokes away, you better better be damn good if you expect people to pay for it.
Smellslikefish | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
This Tom Bie has a keen understanding of male behavior. Leaves of dead tree imprinted with a babe holding a beautiful fish = guaranteed sale. And you say the inside’s good too…
wayne eng | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
Thomas….I had the pleasure fishing with Ted and his brother Greg on the upper-sac. one summer evening.Ted and I spent most of the time on the bank heckling Greg while the P,MD’s where coming off .When Greg stated catching trout we got off our butt’s and joined him.If you were to run into Ted on the stream you would not have known he is one of the finest writers of our generation,We caught “one footlong trout after another’..He can barbecue a mean shrimp too.Lets fish when you get back I have some old McGinty bees i want you to try………E.t.
Tom Chandler | Sep 18, 2007 | Reply
Back. The trip went as you might have expected, which means I spent 2.75 hours sitting next to a 300+ pound woman with digestive issues. A real high point (and no, I’m not making it up).
Sully: I sat through the whole Waterworks media pitch in the hopes they’d look away at the wrong moment, but it turns out the hottest booth babes in the area were already in the booth, so there was little hope of “wardrobe malfunction” misdirection.
But not to worry — slated for a mention in the blog is their new Konic reel, which offers the exact same drag as the $400 model, but at a Forest Service-friendly priced $120…
Cameron: I’ll be honest, I didn’t see a ton of gear stuff worth writing about. A few interesting items, but new vest colors or a line of “me-too” overseas-sourced fly reels aren’t getting any ink…
Pete: The dead tree media isn’t dead, but the bill for years of complacency in the face of very little competition (the barriers to entry in print is a lot higher than online) is about to come due.
And yeah, the Drake is very cool, but note how the magazine’s growth has coincided with growth in the Internet. I’d say his readers are more comfortable online than any other mag…
I talked to Jim Reilly of Fly Rod & Reel for quite some time, and liked what I heard.
Capt Gordon | Sep 19, 2007 | Reply
I heard something about a totally cool, mega awesome article about fiddler crabs in the Drake?
Tom Chandler | Sep 19, 2007 | Reply
That was a picture of you? I never knew you had eyes on stalks…
Actually read the whole magazine at the airport, and noticed the byline. Good job — does that one big claw help you get women?
Aaron Hartman | Sep 19, 2007 | Reply
I’ve always loved your blog, in particular for the reason I found it… your opinion about Donny Beaver. While some may give him a pass due to old age, please remember that even the “Great” and late Ernie Schwiebert was a member of his pathetic club. He was one of a few formerly respected people/fly fishers by me. His membership to a pointless club doesn’t detract from his knowledge of fly fishing, but we certainly should remember he helped establish a bad idea.