Bought a new rod this week. I’ve been thinking about adding a 3-weight glass rod to the quiver for some time, and after another day fishing for brook trout not big enough to bend the tip of my 5-weight, I broke down and went to the store. After all, a new rod could somehow be considered a business expense, right?
I already had a rod picked out and told the salesman I was looking at the 7’ 3-wt. First off, he told me I meant the 7’6” 4-weight. No, I assured him, the 3-weight. His brow furrowed and he looked a bit flummoxed.
“But ladies really can’t mend that rod,” he replied.
My eyebrows shot up, and my mouth opened to say all kinds of things—it had been that sort of day—but stopped. Wouldn’t do any good. I assured him that I’d try really hard to manage, and did indeed want the three. Somehow I’d muddle along on these massive 10 to 15-foot-wide streams we have around here.
Can’t believe it took me this long to jump on the glass rod bandwagon.
It’s fun and bouncy and makes me slow down a bit. Even in a little 3-weight I can feel the load in my back cast, and that makes me smile.
And you know what? The damn thing mends.
