Oh the beauty and peace of a tiny little stream known to hold goldens and browns. So I made my way throught the quick rushing waters, over tree trunk and bramble bush, picked out a nice hidden hole and cast.
Hybrid-Golden. Since I had no space to tuck the rod between my legs or under my arm I gently laid it down along the edge. No sooner had I turned my back then I realized the butt section had seperated and was off, heading down stream... with the current. Now I'm not a quick gal so I did the best thing I could and began hauling line in hand over hand, working the butt section ever closer to the shore, cussing up a storm and swearing at my pal for not putting that rod together tight. The butting was out of sight and I thought for sure gone forever! By the time I'd pulled off 30' of line and twice that of backing the butt section had jammed itself tight under a fallen Aspen. Finally I could see it bobbing in the side current. All I kept saying to myself, as I tried to untangle the backing from my boot eye-lets and cleets was 'I hope she had a good knot from reel to backing.
Once I made it down stream, retrieved the section, I headed back to the car to begin the process of untangling. my pal came up laughing her head off. We joked about how to professionals could have made such a mistake and finally decided to cut the backing way. This is what I had to work.
Tangled on the spring creekGood lesson: Always rig your own and double check the rod.
