In front of me here, propped up against the bookcase above my bench, is a
“production”
fly
fishing rod that an uncle long ago won on a lunch counter punch-board. He gave
it to me, right off the bat, this three-piece, nine-foot set of sticks. I was maybe thirteen and hugely happy to have not
one but two fly rods. Just
imagine, a kid like me with two fly rods.
Sticks! Is there any stick like a fly rod! And is there any richer rough-and-tumble
Anglo Saxon single syllable word?
