dean_mt
Well-known member
Yesterday, while fishing the first blue day since July, from a high cut bank, I was watching a good rainbow trout lazily cruise a slow water pool. Focused on the fish and only glancing down to the rock I needed to land on I stepped off and suddenly lost my balance. The following string of events happened so fast. I let go of my rod - but I don't remember why, it was reactionary, my brain must have thought I was going over to my right. As I let go I thought "Sh.t, my reel is going to hit that rock." And not a split second later, as the reel hit the rock, I though "SH.T! I'm going to step on my rod." And no sooner did the whole thing flash through my mind did my boot snap my beloved Sage 490 SLT above the grip. As my foot landed on it - maybe before even - I let out a wailing moan. And it was over.
I was strangely calm, serene even, as I looked at my old work horse of a fly rod. Maybe it was shock. I've never lost a rod before. That rod has caught the vast majority of my fish over our 14 years together. For many many years it was my go to rod. It was by far my favorite. It was a classic.
I'll be saving and doing a lot of shopping around this winter.
I was strangely calm, serene even, as I looked at my old work horse of a fly rod. Maybe it was shock. I've never lost a rod before. That rod has caught the vast majority of my fish over our 14 years together. For many many years it was my go to rod. It was by far my favorite. It was a classic.
I'll be saving and doing a lot of shopping around this winter.