The postman delivered a long box of joy yesterday. Which will no doubt bring bunches of no joy to friends and family as this dark blue tinglefest will require lots of practice, practice, practice.
I sold a G.Loomis 6wt that never learned to love me, for this oh-so-sweet switch rod. It won’t be fished much ‘till my next trip to Arkansas, but I’ve never been so giddy to have a rod tubed up and sitting in the corner.
Hopefully the GF can make my follies in spey look half as rad as this: