"asadi" wrote in message
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Years ago, I first got into fly fishing through some fortuitous gifts of
fly rods. Old, broken and cheap cane they were.

I found a damaged Southbend and did some alterations. With epoxy and what
not I made the second to last section of a four piece rod, the butt
section. Actually a bit shorter as I had a nine foot rod to begin with and
ended up with a six and one half foot rod.

I gave that rod away to a young boy and now, looking back on it, I release
what a sweet little rod it was ...maybe that's why I gave it to him in the
first place.

Anyhow, his mom was a six foot African Goddess and I never got laid.

john . . . I wish I would have kept the rod.

Near as I can figure it (and I wouldn't risk a shiny new nickel on it),
there's just gotta be some sort of karmic principle at work here.....but I
be go ta hell if I got a clue what it might be. It's like when I gave that
kid all those flies in Estes Park years ago and then ten years later I get a
flat tire. What the hell is THAT about?!

Wolfgang
who knows that keeping score.....accurately......is a stone cold bitch.