Fly-fishermen act like they’re casting spells instead of fishing. They wear khaki outfits that scream “I’m here to model, not catch anything.” They talk more about “presentation” than actually hooking a fish. And every time they cast, it looks like they’re trying to conduct an orchestra instead of feed a tuna. Meanwhile, offshore guys are out here covered in blood, scales, Gatorade, and diesel fumes, dragging 500-pound marlin out of the ocean like men. The fly-fisherman persona? He’s upstream wh