Uni-brow here.
Being in the fly-fishing world as well for over twenty years and finer tobacco for ten, I've run into both types. At the end of the day, it wasn't the posers who caught all the fish just because they bought the most expensive fly rod, wore the nicest waders, and bought all the latest and greatest trinkets, but those who actually fished often, knew the lore, studied their favorite fishing spot, and put in the time.
Just yesterday, the wifey and I travelled to a quaint village in our mountains and visited a used bookstore. We went to the "Local Artists" and "Classics" section, and I proceeded to pick out a local novella and read it in my best Shelby Foote voice. The proprietor overheard my recitation and proceeded to ask if I would come back and read to the local gathering someday. I replied, "Ma'am, only if I can bring my pipe and smoke it forthwith."
She smiled demurely.
I also scored a dog-eared copy of Twain's "Puddin'head Wilson."