wildabouttrout
Active member
Not sure what to expect from this post... maybe some kind of miracle of insight?
I bought a Sage 99 5wt stamped "DEMO" online from a shop at what I thought was a fair price. Fished it (hard), loved it (harder). Once I broke the tip off in a streamside fall and found out that Sage would not warranty a "DEMO" stamped rod, it turned out to be not such a great deal. Sage rep nicely told me they would smash it if I sent it in for repair. What! AHH-SHUCKS!!!
So, here I sit broken-hearted, scheming, plotting, racking my brain about how I'm going to fix this rod thru Sage, or otherwise get a spare tip...? Many ill-conceived scenarios and innuendos race thru my mind regarding a file, half-backed lies, third parties involvement, and closed door dealing run amuck in my lizard-sized brain! ... all-the-while, from under my rock that reptilian instinctual thought overwhelms me, "muuust... go ...fishing"! What do I do Pinocchio?
Well, I tell my higher-self, (the one that I don't always want to be, but others seem to admire), "what's the big deal... its only an 3/4 of an inch"!, ...get over it. Really though... part of me doesn't want to. This particular rod seems hard to come by.
Tell me, what's a guy to do? Please be kind and understand my plight before schwashing me underfoot. Thanks, I sort-of feel better getting it out.
I bought a Sage 99 5wt stamped "DEMO" online from a shop at what I thought was a fair price. Fished it (hard), loved it (harder). Once I broke the tip off in a streamside fall and found out that Sage would not warranty a "DEMO" stamped rod, it turned out to be not such a great deal. Sage rep nicely told me they would smash it if I sent it in for repair. What! AHH-SHUCKS!!!
So, here I sit broken-hearted, scheming, plotting, racking my brain about how I'm going to fix this rod thru Sage, or otherwise get a spare tip...? Many ill-conceived scenarios and innuendos race thru my mind regarding a file, half-backed lies, third parties involvement, and closed door dealing run amuck in my lizard-sized brain! ... all-the-while, from under my rock that reptilian instinctual thought overwhelms me, "muuust... go ...fishing"! What do I do Pinocchio?
Well, I tell my higher-self, (the one that I don't always want to be, but others seem to admire), "what's the big deal... its only an 3/4 of an inch"!, ...get over it. Really though... part of me doesn't want to. This particular rod seems hard to come by.
Tell me, what's a guy to do? Please be kind and understand my plight before schwashing me underfoot. Thanks, I sort-of feel better getting it out.