On Tue, 25 Apr 2006 17:27:27 GMT, Ken Fortenberry
wrote:

Tom Nakashima wrote:

One of my friends was out alone with his trusty 9' 2pc 4wt. rod. On his
first cast he landed a 1.5 pounder (nice bow), about 20 minutes later he
hooked into what seemed to be larger than the 1st, but lost it when he
reached for his net behind him. What a day he was having, as he hooked into
his 3rd within the hour, a monster which broke the rod at the butt when he
tried to lift it when the fish got into cover. Tried to pull the fish in by
hand and snapped the tippet line. ****ed that he didn't have a spare rod,
he drove 7 miles back into town, waited after a few customers, got another
rod lent to him by the owner after hearing the story. Hurried back to the
fishing hole and saw three others fishing the very same spot. Got nothing
the rest of the day.
Now he always carries a back-up rod and so do I.

I don't carry a backup rod and I will hike 7 miles to fish
a decent spot. Your friend sounds hyper and hurried and
that's the antithesis of fly fishing to my mind.

Decent spot.....? Oh, yeah, I remember, that, uh, that little pond
that doesn't exis.......... uh, isn't ther...... uh, is full of
weeds.... yeah, that one. Yeah, I wouldn't carry a backup rod if I
was gonna hike into that...... uh, pond. Y'know? d;o)