"I need this one spooled with six pound test".
"And the next one eight pound test".
"I should really throw some extra line in the bag."
"Lets see..eighth ounce jigs,quarter ounce jigs and my Winnie jigs..I'll need all of those."
"Better call Dave he will have some,he always does this time of year"
He turns the volume up as one of his favorite songs plays on the fresh CD he just laid out the night before.Things have come along ways since cassette and eight tracks.His thoughts now focus on food.,Porketta, Buns and yes the garlic sausage that he can only pick up at the Jubilee store across the street from his favorite watering hole.
The bar is a think tank of information, advice, and of course how to do it information that is dispensed at a rapid pace and one must be paying attention to multiple conversation all at once or he may miss the all important. "What are they biting on?"
His thoughts now back on his gear he selects his favorite stick and matches it with his favorite reel. The favorite stick is like a magic wand ,as it has powers that no other rod in his collection has. He can feel things that he cannot feel with his other rods.Its lighter,therefore more sensitive, Matched with his favorite reel he can cast his jig a mile unlike his other rods which are far inferior to what the magic stick can do. Of course the real magic of the rod can only be shared with the closest of friends and is only whispered off to the side in a crowded room.He did not pay what it was worth. "The guy at the big show gave him a deal and well, practically gave it to me.Got me a good deal on the reel to." Life time warranty and made here in the US.
Carefully he threads the line through the eyes of the rod and then carefully selects the jig that will be displayed on his favorite. The other rods will also have jigs but not this jig, this is the jig that caught that big fish the last two years at camp. The paint is chipped but I touched it up with a sharpie, A tip he picked up in his last issue of In Fish, The holy Bible of fishing to this angler.
He will place the rods in order by height up against the work bench table with a towel carefully draped over the side in order to protect the rods from any damage that may lie beneath.He will push the stool back and cross his arms and lean back with a slight grin and admire his work, his creation and put himself on the water popping that first whitetail.
The phone rings in the background and he picks it up while turning down the volume slightly and greets the caller in a friendly tone.
"yep"
"Got it"
"Not a problem"
"See ya in the morning buddy"
He hangs the phone back on the receiver and looks out the window of his garage and is thankful that yet another season is upon him. He is also thankful that he is here to enjoy it.
He looks to the sky and says "thanks,you won't see me in church on Sunday, but I will be thinking of you"
He glances over his shoulder and takes one more look at his rods ,His hand sweeps across the light switch he turns the handle of the door and exits the garage. He smiles and thinks he is a lucky man.
Have a great opening weekend .
