“I fish only with fly rods for trout, bass and pan fish”. It got real quiet. You would have thought I had just insulted their mothers and claimed that anyone who drove a pickup was a low I.Q. hillbilly. I might as well have been wearing lace around my neck and on my shirt cuffs. After a long silence I tried to back peddle by explaining that I was just kidding and that I really use the rod for catching shiner minnows to use as bait on my trout lines. I don’t know if they bought it, but the conversation slowly fell back on the advantages of pond fishing and whether chicken guts were better than hog guts for cat fishing.
I kept going back for a while, hoping they would accept me as a genuine geezer. I stuck to dog stories and stopped trying to impress them with lies of big trout caught on flies with names like Humpy Hairwing and Wooly Booger. I even tried a spinning rod baited with chicken entrails and ten pounds of lead sinkers. After all, social acceptance is an important part of life if you expect to be a member of the early morning geezer gang.