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Great to see such “Bring me a SAGE [or rod other premium rod make] and make it snappy” stuff.
I managed to do three in a week during a particularly accident-prone and gale-blown week on Tierra del Fuego once.
OK, two of them were smashed by a non-fisher Chesapeake sailing man visiting an American friend of mine at the ranch, after the visitor had smashed his host and friend’s spare rod one just Day One, so, what with me being a kind-hearted, ever-generous dupe of a fella, I loaned him one of mine, then, two days later, a second one after he had smashed my first….
When I eventually got out fishing the following weekend, in big wind, cold air temps and low-water river conditions, I had no alternative but to tie a heavily leaded rubberlegs nymphs to the end of a very short leader nailknotted to the end a fastish-sinking Teeny 200 head, to get down and eyeball the very well-chilled, sluggish sea-trout.
The wind blew big, Tierra del Fuego Big (and then some Once In A Season more), so I had fairly had to flail and thrash (rollcasting being a windy rip-it-off-the river-and-birdsnest-the-line-in-the-air-in-front-of-you impossibility) with my one remaining RPL 8-weight single-hander just to get a line out across an upper-middle Rio Grande which on that stretch was too small and low for effective fishing with even a 12- or 13-foot two-handed Spey rod.
Then, on one gale-resisted backcast, I heard an ominous little “Tock”.
I looked up my to the end of my 9-foot 4-piece to see that the heavy nymph had had hit the tip eight or so inches below the end guide and neatly turned my rod into a 5-piece, the fifth piece now sliding down the T200’s running line to reach the river.
Hmm….
As I had a further month on The Island, I went into Rio Grande town the following day and made its excellent flystore’s owner a very happy man when I bought two new, lifetime-guaranteed 9-footers.
Thankfully, the cold weather front passed and the fishing soon got a lot better.
If you’re going to do anything, I reckon, you should do it well – take it to the absolute limit, as The Eagles once nearly sang.
I had NEVER smashed a rod before that crazy week, and have not since.