By John Byron
It’s a thing. Gear Acquisition Syndrome. GAS.
The most you can use at any one time is one. One guitar. One fountain pen. One fly rod. But how many you have is N, where N is a much bigger number than one.
The concept and phrasing, GAS, came from the world of music. Yes, how many guitars, pickups, mikes, etc. does a person need? And from photography, cameras, lenses, etc.
But perhaps the largest cluster of GAS-plagued souls is in fly fishing: rods, reels, lines, boots, buffs, hoodies, packs and the list is endless.
Does the rumor of a new line of fly rods from Scott or Loomis or Sage make your heart flutter? Has Amazon told you that you can’t return any more purchases for refund? Have you convinced your significant other that only a certain line on a certain reel will actually catch bonefish and you don’t have either but found a sale price online and your next trip will fail if you don’t buy them?
These are signs of GAS. But the surefire way to know if you’ve got it is to look in your garage or down in your basement:
- Are your fly rods a small, neat collection of well-purposed tools? Or an inventory challenge?
- Did you recently look in a drawer, find a reel, and say ‘Gee, I forgot I had that’?
- Do you have to move a lot of fishing tackle aside to find fishing tackle?
- Do you have more than twenty fly boxes? 300 flies? A dozen nippers and forceps?
- Fly tying: Bobbins? Bodkins? Scissors? Vices?
- Five pair of really expensive sunglasses?
- Three GoPros?
If all this is a foreign topic to you, blessings on thee and walk away. For those of us who have GAS (I just bought two more fly rods), I’ve sad news: the only cure is a mean and vicious spouse who frightens you into ‘getting rid of that crap.’ Happened to a friend of mine, a guide, who was forced to sell sixty fly rods with reels.
The rest of us, we’re stuck with it and shall forever suffer from the need for more and better tackle. We have GAS.
I’ve one friend who claims 50 fly rods and 20 guitars. No names here, but his initials are Louis Cahill. My case is not as advanced, though my friend suggests I need a new sponsor.
Sponsor hell! I need two new reels for those fly rods.
Carry on, you GAS-ridden wretches.
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John Byron lives in Cocoa Beach FL. He’s been fly fishing since he was ten.Gink & Gasoline www.ginkandgasoline.com firstname.lastname@example.org Sign Up For Our Weekly Newsletter!