Empty gas tanks, Ramen noodles, and sleeping in the back of the truck seem to be old hat these days. Higher education, however important, is a real pain in the ass and my non-existent bank account can attest to that fact.
For some reason I always manage to find myself trying on fly rods for size in the local fly shops. Fly rods that have a price tag equal to half a years rent, even in a college town. Why? Because it’s what you do. That’s why. Fly fisherman have a notorious need for the next best thing. The nicer rod, the better boat, and oh yeah…More flies.
That’s why last week, when I was guided by the Great Trout in the Sky to check craigslist before bed I found a rod and reel that was just my size, and being a fly fisherman I couldn’t say no.
These little coincidences do not happen often, but when they do, the broke college trout bum is able to get a fly rod and reel that is still a few zeros on the end of the paycheck away.
Now all I have to do is fill up with gas, buy some new flies, grab a gas station breakfast, and get on the river before I realize that I really should have fixed my exhaust on the truck instead…