A good blog, is a good blog, is a good blog. Especially in the world of fly fishing. In a sport dominated by many who don’t know what the word blog means, original content is few and far between. Enter Cameron Mortenson and The Fiberglass Manifesto. Not only has he been working the fly fishing blog scene since we fly anglers came to the ebbing waters of the internet, but he chose a fraction of the fraction of fly fishers to speak for: Glass Geeks.
That is fiberglass rod aficionados. The affection and demand for fiberglass is growing and Cameron is on the forefront of the pro-glass battle with his growing force of Fiberglass Comrades. I reached out to the leader of the the Fiberglass Party and asked him a few questions about his efforts to promote fiberglass and to see what makes him tick.
What’s the one thing you want people to know about fly fishing with glass?
CM: One thing? Simple. It’s a lot of fun! You can feel the fly rod load, which I think is an essential component to the motion of fly casting. Casting glass just has way more feel and there isn’t anything like the big bend of a glass stick under the pressure of a fish.
What has been the greatest joy that has come from your blog?
Anything you are personally stoked about for your blog in 2013?
Best bit of Fly Fishing Zen?
CM: There have been a few times that I’ve felt “fly fishing Zen” but I enjoy remembering a time when my wife and I were first married and we took a backpacking trip into Rocky Mountain National Park. We hiked into a string of lakes, which held greenback cutthroats, for a couple days of hiking and fly fishing. The third lake of the trip involved following what was more or less a game trail, scrambling over a wicked boulder field, and then finally stepping over the rocks to find a small bowl shaped lake with a rock face extending straight up what seemed to be a thousand feet or more from the backside of the lake.
A storm was moving up the mountainside and I had just enough time to assemble my four weight, tie on a small black foam beetle, and drop a cast in front a large cruising cutthroat. The cutthroat sucked in the fly without hesitation and, as I was fighting it, thunder began to roll loudly (a little to close for comfort) in the dark clouds. It was time to move back down the mountain to our campsite. I felt Zen there.