Cruising by a yard sale I
notice what looks like flyrods poking up above the assemblage of stuff. Curious,
I pull over.
The rods are a Wright &
McGill bamboo, & a glass Heddon Thorobred, bunched with a set of rusty golf
clubs.
I look the rods over.
The guides & guidewraps
are degraded & missing on both. The bamboo would need a lot of work… but
do-able.
Other than needing a guide
set, the Heddon blank is pristine & straight; the grip & reelseat in
good shape. A two-piece, 8’, D-HDH. Considered an all-around trout rod in it’s
time. It would throw 5wt or 6wt lines. I like its tobacco color – the color of
old mojo.
A guy comes out of the
garage. I try to act uninterested. The rods were his dad’s, he says. He doesn’t
fly fish & he needs to make room in the garage for his monster truck.
I probably could get it for
less, but my mouth jumps ahead of my brain & I hear myself offer 100 bucks
for the two rods & reels.
Done deal.
Though an earlier issue, the
Heddon Thorobred is very similar to the 8’, 6wt Heddon Pal my grandfather gave
me in 1960. That one lived up to its name, truly a pal, until meeting its
demise in the early ‘70’s when it bounced out of the bed of a friend’s pickup
strapped to my backpack frame, shattering on the road. It still haunts me.
Anxiously awaiting the new guide set & some A thread for the Heddon. I’d like to fish it before the end of the
year, new again. To be continued.