I know why I fly fish. I grew up next to a pond. I’ve always liked bugs, worms, crayfish, cicadas and water. Especially cicadas. Mayflies are so much more beautiful to watch than cicadas. But in both cases, we are watching the grand finales in the life cycle that ends with reproduction.
Very cool evolution. The mayfly lays billions of eggs. Because of that, there’s no need for parenting…. Same with cicadas, and spawning fish like the Pacific Salmon. The sheer quantities of eggs make it clear that survival is a matter of statistical probability, and not nurturing, caring, loving parents.
I find that fascinating to watch.
I also find the struggle of species to survive through difficult conditions to be seen easily in the water. The water is so primitive, where life began. It is where the cold indifference of nature is on display.
It is also profoundly beautiful, in its simplicity. The mayfly doesn’t seek to avoid the trout. It has no camouflage. It has none of that.
It only has lots of other mayflies, who will get the job of reproducing done if it can’t. Being eaten could be said to be the job of most mayflies, that guarantees the survival of the species.
There are so many mayflies emerging at once that the trout can gorge themselves, but they can’t eat every last one of them until the task of reproduction is accomplished.
Fishing is similar to the things that calmed, pacified, hypnotized and fascinated me as a boy. The bugs and the water.
So now I fish for those reasons still, but the give and take, the sharing and taking, that is why I fish today.
I look at streams today with my kids in mind, and to watch their fascination with nature develop will be an awesome journey.
I fish to see, to understand and to share, and accept the world as beautiful for what it is.
I’ve never compromised the principle that a man ought to do what he loves, and am pursuing the dream of making a living on the water.
So when my neighbors are putting on their coats and ties in the morning, I’m putting on my waders, aiming to cash in on my videos.
But to cash in on the videos, I need viewers. I’ve put in a lot of effort to build an audience, and it has paid off. I have 3 YouTube subscribers, and my videos are talked about… A LOT.
Most of the talk is from friends and family who wonder whether my videos will prevent me from finding a “real job.”
But I’m not ready to give up on my art, and my dream of becoming the first fly fisherman to make a living solely off of YouTube ad revenue.
By doing that, I could become a legend of the sport.
Over the next several weeks, I will be adding written content to Goldenbeetle.net.
Some things need to be in writing.
In the past 28 days, my videos have been viewed nearly 3500 times, but for a total of less than 1000 minutes. That means the average viewer stays tuned for about 15 seconds, before he’s had enough.
I can’t make a video telling people not to click the STOP button on their YouTube viewer while watching my videos. That’s a race I can’t win.
Fifteen seconds is simply not enough time for me to explain that the best part of all of my videos is the end. This message needs to be in writing.
And here it is.
You should try to make it to the end of each video, as it is an unique accomplishment to do so. If you’ve made it to the end of a Beetle video, you’re like an Internet endurance champion.
You have great endurance… for art.
So over the next several weeks, I will be adding written content to Goldenbeetle.net. I hope you enjoy it, and read from beginning to end.
No idiots on the river?