I left an Anger Management seminar in Chester, Illinois, to fish the Castor in southeastern Missouri for small mouth. I caught an 8" little guy on the first cast at the head of a narrow riffle. The next four casts got me hooked up in the weeds behind me, a willow tree behind me, thistles across the stream, and finally in the weeds in the water down in the middle of the riffle. I gave up, stomped through the water I was fishing. I bent down to reach the fly with my left hand, while my right hand with the rod raised behind me to balance. I got the fly, and at the same time, my rod tip got caught in branches above me. I got angry and yanked. The rest of the evening I fished with the broken tip.
The rod was an old Sage, DS1, the first one I bought. Hargrove (where I purchased it) sent it back to Sage, and the rep called. He said they no longer had replacements. Would I like to upgrade to a DS2 for $100? I agreed. I was pleased with how it came out. But I should have asked for my money back on the Anger Management Seminar. Jerry Spector -----Original Message----- From: [EMAIL PROTECTED] [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Behalf Of Richard Zieger Sent: Saturday, February 07, 2004 7:33 AM To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: [VFB] Redington warranty (confessions of a knucklehead) Fishing a pond by the road and hooked a tractor. Rod snappped right away. This one had no guarentee but what a sotry of the big one that got away. Rick
