This is a sensitive feel-good story. It could make you cry. It is almost unbelievable. It is all true.
Some time ago TRM were on the ‘bludge’ for old fishing gear. The number of fly fishing virgins – novices – that stay here increases every season and as SWMBO is far too kind and generous, TRM invariably assists with lending out gear – in particular fishing rods.
Unfortunately the rods often get broken – hardly ever broken from ‘casting’ aka waving a stick in the air from 10am to 2 pm – but by being sat on or trodden on or jammed in the electric car windows or falling off the car roof or crushed when they slipped over, or just broke? etc.
Mainly they fall into two categories.
(1) Often these are strangely reluctant kids whose mothers have finally convinced them that play station is not a sport; or
(2) Increasingly many older folk bored out of their tree as they retired without any retirement plan and are desperately seeking a new recreational sport/hobby/activity to get them up in the morning to focus on.
They make the rest of us anglers feel so fortunate that somehow we discovered the many joys of fresh water (i.e. in pristine rivers) fly fishing early enough in life to appreciate it and love it forever.
But back to the rod breakages… When people are not used to wading and talking at the same time whilst handling such an awkward delicate (expensive) dangerous pole over rough stony terrain in swirling river currents, the rod fatalities are much higher.
In an attempt to improve their casting accuracy and distance,
or so often – so they claim – because the better half keeps buying them another new rod for their birthday (?),
or when their shoulder strain demands the old heavy 8 wt gets replaced by a lighter 6 wt,
or when they cannot fit any more rods in their car,
or because their fishing mate is constantly reminding them how much more successful he is with a different rod,
or when they give up wet lining to become a real dry fly angler (?),
or there does not have to be any logical or explainable reason at all as they are fishermen…
Anyway, TRM needed rod replacements to encourage and assist in the introduction of more novices into a new career – fly fishing the Tongariro.
Whatever the reason many older supposedly obsolete fly rods are often retired to a dusty corner and forgotten about. That is why TRM asked if any inmates could clean out their garages and donate any unused weaponry to contribute to keep our supply available for novices to destroy (?).
The photo above shows the response from some West Island inmates. They – Ian Muntz & Peter Morrison – have now been promoted by SWMBO to “BOF” (Boring Old Farts) status whereby they enjoy many exceptional (but unspecified) benefits at TRM. Ian & Peter from Melbourne arrived on their annual pilgrimage for 2016 with four rods and a set of waders (which Hannah is now modelling!).
Many thanks guys.
Just in case you wonder who Ian is we repeat his bio details on his ‘love’ for the Tongariro – originally posted on 17 January…
(Only BOF’s get a repeat performance…)