Men have it easy in this department and I imagine they have never looked at this name thing from a female perspective. They are Flyfisherman. A.K.A. Fisherman, the universal meaning for those that cast a line. Considering guys started the activity, I guess it’s only fair they get the easiest designation. But when you are female, the lines of personal name possesion become a bit fuzzy.
Hi~ My name is Rebecca and I am a Flyfisher–er, umm–man? Sort of, but that’s a fairly manly designation and I wear a bra so next….
There’s Flyfisherperson. A general sort of claim. But I don’t think so. That is like getting the generic version of a G. Loomis fly rod. No matter how you hold it, it’s just not the same.
Flygoddess? Flyfishchicklet? Flygirl? Only if I want to get laughed off the river or drowned in a lake…(it’s the company I keep, the guys I fish with would harrass me endlessly if I tried something like those. I believe it’s because they view me as, ‘just one of the guys’ sort of deal)
Flyfisherwoman? Flyfishingfemale? Flyfishlady? Fly Fishing WOman? Perfectly respectable designations I suppose.
When all else fails, I am a politically correct fishing person of the female anatomy who carries fly rod and throws fake flies? (Thankfully politically correct usually never applies on the water)
This name thing may seem trivial when it comes time to skip flies across the water, and it is, but when I’m writing, when I’m talking to someone off the bank, I always get stuck on this simple act of title possesion. I suppose Fly fishing woman is the go too standby, but it’s also a mouth full and frankly, I think it’s formal, stiff and sounds like I should be standing on a podium rather than a riverbank.
I am Rebecca, I am a fly fishing WOMAN, hear me zing a fly line 3 inches from your ear, sort of moment.
I think I’m writing about this today because I’ve been fishing all my life, flyfishing for the past 14 or so years and I’ve yet to discover the perfect word sequence that sounds… just right. This entry falls into an irrelevant meandering category that happens to annoy me at times. It happens, annoyance that is. Of course I can live with this name annoyance. There are loads of other annoyances to be found out on the actual riverbank I have a hard time with, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog entry…..
How about, I am Rebecca and none of this matters except the fact I fling fake flies fanatically.