I have more fishing rods than places to hand them, but that does not stop me from wanting more. You know how it is, a guy lets you try one of his favorite rods and after two or three casts, nothing will satisfy until that very same model is hanging on ¦ well, two nails driven into the garage wall.
That’s the way it was with this borrowed rod. It was a one-piece 7-footer with nice, quick action for throwing small-to-medium jigs and swimming plugs, but still with enough backbone to make a popper go pop. So I copied some of the particulars of the rod onto an old credit card receipt I had in my wallet. That evening, I dragged out every major fishing catalog I had — and believe me, I have a lot — and started thumbing through them for the longed-for stick.