Ever blow one up, l mean really explode one?
Not that soft gentle crunch like a tip in a car door, or that delicate collapse of a wounded blank on a back cast.
But flat, out bent to the max on a big fish jackpot city.
I've seen a few in my day but nothing compares to one Fall season out on the coast my old fishing buddy Big Al had. Country strong and built like a linebacker he was one powerful dude
He found a sale on these Fenwick HMG baitcasters at that little tackle store in Issaquah circa 1987, forgot the name of the place. Anyway he stocked up. And they were all pure crap
Now BA liked to run brand new 8 lb Ultragreen mono on his Castaic 200's. He mostly threw blue fox spinners in size 3, especially loved the classic silver blade blue body. He could throw those things a country mile with reasonable accuracy. He also liked to get his $$ worth on a hook set, probably because he was too cheap to swap out those dinky trebles for a decent Siwash single.
Anyway that Fall I literally watched him mow thru a tackle store of those ill-fated HMG rods. Must have been a rancid mix of scrim on budget graphite because those bassomatics could not take the strain he could dish out.
Remember one back eddy we pulled the Clackie into, there has to be some hiding out in this frogwater sez he. And there definitely were some players present, a boil gave them away.
He launches a cast it, let's it track a second them I hear "there's one" look over to see a fully loaded spanking new rod pump once, twice and literally disintegrate. Must have no joke blown into 8 separate pieces & all going in different directions. I can still see graphite particles floating in the atmosphere around him almost like a halo
Was a spectacular sight, it's fixed in my mind even today. He almost fell over backwards as he was so leaning into that ho. The breakage was so violent it even cut his line releasing the fish. He looked over at me and said "it's under warranty brother, hand me another!"
Nobody could fish like Big Al.
c/22
Not that soft gentle crunch like a tip in a car door, or that delicate collapse of a wounded blank on a back cast.
But flat, out bent to the max on a big fish jackpot city.
I've seen a few in my day but nothing compares to one Fall season out on the coast my old fishing buddy Big Al had. Country strong and built like a linebacker he was one powerful dude
He found a sale on these Fenwick HMG baitcasters at that little tackle store in Issaquah circa 1987, forgot the name of the place. Anyway he stocked up. And they were all pure crap
Now BA liked to run brand new 8 lb Ultragreen mono on his Castaic 200's. He mostly threw blue fox spinners in size 3, especially loved the classic silver blade blue body. He could throw those things a country mile with reasonable accuracy. He also liked to get his $$ worth on a hook set, probably because he was too cheap to swap out those dinky trebles for a decent Siwash single.
Anyway that Fall I literally watched him mow thru a tackle store of those ill-fated HMG rods. Must have been a rancid mix of scrim on budget graphite because those bassomatics could not take the strain he could dish out.
Remember one back eddy we pulled the Clackie into, there has to be some hiding out in this frogwater sez he. And there definitely were some players present, a boil gave them away.
He launches a cast it, let's it track a second them I hear "there's one" look over to see a fully loaded spanking new rod pump once, twice and literally disintegrate. Must have no joke blown into 8 separate pieces & all going in different directions. I can still see graphite particles floating in the atmosphere around him almost like a halo
Was a spectacular sight, it's fixed in my mind even today. He almost fell over backwards as he was so leaning into that ho. The breakage was so violent it even cut his line releasing the fish. He looked over at me and said "it's under warranty brother, hand me another!"
Nobody could fish like Big Al.
c/22
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