snapped my fishing rod
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2017.05.13
While enjoying a relaxing fishing jaunt, I stupidly broke my fishing rod, for the first time in my life. It was my fault; I responded incorrectly to a snagged line. This past winter, I switched to braided line from mono/fluorocarbon, and when dealing with the snag I forgot to take into account a couple of key things: braided line is nowhere near as stretchy as the plastic lines; and it's very, very strong. And so as I was in fact making progress getting the line out of a bush* by jerking the rod around, doing so with that unforgiving braided line was transferring all of the impact to the tip of the rod. Snap!
Three good things that happened today:
- Excellent fishing weather, I have to say; cool and calm.
- I've been invited to join an analysis of a business that could lead to my participating in a new venture.
- I managed to fix a couple of things that'd gone wrong with my aquarium filters. A snail had crawled inside the outlet of an airline (again! it's the only time I find snails in that aquarium!); and I discovered that the intake of one of the outside filters was packed with debris.