You can tell the Underground is restive. I’m in a bad mood, and when the subject of fly fishing on TV came up, it reminded me of a piece I wrote early in the year – before I went to blog software.
Most of you didn’t see it, and since re-runs are a staple on televsion anyway (isn’t this ironic), I’m doing it one more time…
The Original Rant
In the midst of another bout with insomnia, I found myself stuck in front of the tube, watching a fly fishing show where the host wasn’t exactly a strong caster as much as he was a strong talker.
In one heart-rate-inflating sequence, the two anglers in the drift boat casually covered the water of a wading angler, a move guaranteed to draw a glare from most anglers, if not a speeding bullet. Marvey.
You watch fishing shows at your own peril, and I suppose I got what I deserved simply for tuning in.
After all, this wasn’t the first time I found myself yelling at the television while some “expert” bloviates about his “respect” for the fish and the sheer beauty of it, holding it out of the water so the viewer could also “appreciate” the fish, which by that point is looking pretty glassy-eyed.
Popping a fish out of the water for five seconds to take a picture isn’t noteworthy, but when those seconds climb past the 30 second mark, any “appreciation” for the fish takes on a more exploitive cast. Or a more egotistical one.
Maybe it’s inevitable whenever the lines of recreation and commerce start to intersect, but honestly, where do these shows come from? And why (why??) does the presence of a camera reduce all involved to a bunch of gibbering, high-fiving morons?
Next time, I’m going to read a book.