In the world of bamboo fly rods, mine is nothing special. It’s an 8’
Despite these faults, I take great pleasure in this rod because it was a gift from my grandpa The rod was given to him by a friend that served overseas in
Grandpa Jerry, and the rest of my family for that matter, takes great pride in the fact that I fly fish. Being a tomboy is a commendable attribute in my family, so they were not the least bit surprised when I took up the sport. My grandpa likes to tell stories about taking my brother and me out fishing when we were very young. I clearly remember sitting on a padded bucket on the ice, pulling up blue gills and trying very hard not to complain about the cold. I also remember staring at panfish flopping in the bottom of metal pails while we cleaned them in my grandparents’ basement. My grandma would be upstairs heating oil for the imminent fish dinner. Apparently my grandpa also took us to the Kinnickinnic as young kids to fish for trout, but unfortunately I don’t remember those outings.
The rod is in its original case, which has the look and feel of balsam, and inside the lid are several compartments covered by two sliding covers. These compartments contain the original silk gut, wired hooks, wooden bobbers, and flies that were sold with the rod. Though the flies have become a bit disheveled over the years, they look very pretty in their small, individual quadrants.
For these reasons, I've decided to fish this rod next season and land a trout with it. Though it makes me a bit nervous to do so, the worst that could happen isn’t as bad as never realizing the potential of the rod.
It deserves a chance.