The Saltwater Fishing Show: rods, jerky and white camo pants before Memorial Day

by | Apr 10, 2019 | Albie Fishing, Block Island, Bonito Fishing, Fishing Clubs, Striped Bass Fishing

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Lookin’ good on a Saturday morning

The R.I. Saltwater Anglers Association hosted their most successful Saltwater Fishing Show ever. They broke attendance records all three days. There were fishermen and women queued up an hour before doors opened. They hosted dozens of speakers, seminars and television stars. They made sure Narragansett Brewing Company handed out free samples to keep the masses calm. President Steve Medeiros and his all star team of volunteers are the best oiled machine this side of a Dave Morton refurbished reel. Basically, they nailed it.

Walking the show to peruse the latest and greatest gear is sheer joy for fisher folks of all ages. Then, there’s the fashion. It’s hard to overlook clothing options on display and not wonder how some piece came to be worn with another.

Full disclaimer: no judging here. These are merely observations of a guy working a busy booth who was occasionally drawn away to make notes on a few people’s decisions about what to wear. In public.


Captain Jerry, Sparks, always the looker in his coral colors

Only one Eat Fish hat was seen. There was a stark decline in red Make Fishing Great Again hats. Perhaps a current decline in popularity of one politician was behind that or maybe fishing as a way to get away from politics itself has rebounded. Camouflage is always big at the show. Even the self-appointed iconic restaurant turned clothing pimp, The Black Dog, has camo shirts now.

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Last year a toddler was seen wobbling down the aisles in head to little toes camo while his parents strutted their own green on green patterns. This year no stalking babies were observed but dozens of young kids were there in camo hats, jackets, belts and even a few pairs of sneakers. They must be for sneaking up on deer.

Some adults struggled to match their patterns. It seems like if you’re going to make a statement by wearing Realtree designs on your everything, shouldn’t you at least match? One older man, who may have started his day by leaning on the good Narragansett folks for an hour or three, wore khaki shorts with well earned tatters on the ends and a heavy fleece camo jacket.

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Which season he was prepared for remains a mystery. Another older man whose midsection came around the corner a long second before the rest of him did, passed us by wearing brushed fleece camo pajama bottoms, distributing a scent likely earned by some extended sampling at The Jerky Hut. That’s an image you need to roll around for a moment. Those pants seemed unfit for tree stands, but so then did the rest of him.

Hikers love the expression, “not all who wander are lost.” That cat was both.

Cowboy hats seemed to have gained some traction this year. Sharp and rarely donned ones, floppy, dirty, dusty ones, and ones that may have been driven over by a semi a few times capped several heads. Maybe they highlight how wide a draw the show has.

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T-shirts are always a big deal. People seem to relish the opportunity to strut their message in front of a large, shuffling audience. “Fishaholic” was popular, as was “Captunamerica.” “Cod give me strength” announced another. One gent wore a shirt airbrushed with a picture of a fly fisherman casting into a perfect stream, apologizing for a missed call because his, “arm was stuck in a cast.” Some clever. Some didn’t really look as “Hardcore” as their yoga pants proclaimed, unless they were training for the beer olympics. Speaking of, while Friday’s imbibing was almost immediate, Saturday’s first beer sighting was as late as 10:32 a.m. Sunday’s service started at 11:36 a.m., probably on account of those ancient Christian blue laws.

 You can’t drink all day if you don’t start early.


Narragansett outnumbered Dells 27-1.

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One young man wore a sweet green tea colored t-shirt with that classic Jeep logo, the one with two headlights and lines for the grill. Well, he turned it upside down, which apparently spells beer. More clever. Just in time for Spring traffic stops, one haggard guy wore a sweatshirt with a pretty bold DUI on the chest. It was either a mandatory emblem of a poor decision or just a bad choice for someone clearly enjoying a breakfast cocktail. All that for a ten dollar ticket.

Largely gone this year were those obnoxious t-shirts using the female form for tired jokes. In an age of #metoo, it was refreshing. Last year, traffic was brought to a halt in each aisle as a young woman strutted around and around in stretchy camo print clothing, of course, a few sizes too small, of course, for her small but voluptuous frame. She finished her look with regular sightings of a camo thong, of course. It was obnoxious, tasteless, bad for a family-friendly show and honestly, pretty lame. Maybe it’s finally time to fold up the “Let’s get some tail”, the “Basshole” and yes, even the “Fish Hard” shirts for good. So long, “Happy Hooker.”


This guy was all thumbs


Bill Hurley getting it done in the casting tank. Bill is the man.

In a nod to the good ole’ days, a few folks sported those classic nylon jackets embroidered with rod and gun club logos or Maine camps. Standing next to the Goose Hummock tank, where the young man making his ten thousandth cast still clearly needed more practice, a woman passed by in baggy white and green large print camo pants likely costing more than a tuna rod.

Seriously, who wears white camouflage before Memorial Day?

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Near the end, a XXXL black and orange Jagermeister jacket strutted by, topping a pair of fleece pajamas printed with pink and yellow mahi mahi and boat shoes. Need I say more?

A tip of the camo hat to the RI Saltwater Anglers Association; stocking up on gear is fine but people watching at the Saltwater Fishing Show is pure joy.





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About The Author

Todd Corayer is a lifelong fisherman and occasional hunter whose writing relies on poor penmanship, sarcasm and other people’s honest fish stories while seeing words as puzzle pieces that occasionally all fit together perfectly.

His work has appeared in The Double Gun Journal, On The Water MagazineThe Fisherman, The Bay Magazine,  So Rhode IslandSporting ClassicsCoastal AnglerNY Lifestyles, The Island Crier, and very often in the wonderful RISAA Newsletter.

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