I grew up with a flyrod in my hand.
When I was 8 my Dad put an old cane rod (I wish I still had it) in my hand and turned me loose. I grew up in the Kootenays fishing pure westslope cutthroat and rainbow trout waters. On the odd occasion I would target Dollies (bull trout). During the summers as a kid, I would get up in the early AM and with my gear walk over to the weigh scales at the sawmill and hitch a ride on the logging trucks. Over time I got to know all the drivers and I would ask what drainage they were headed for that day. I would pick a driver and destination and then fish those waters for the day. I worked out a system with the drivers where they would blow their air horn at a pre determined mile post on their last trip in and I would meet them on the road to be picked up on the run out.
Oh how I miss those days!
When I reached my teens I had saved my money and traded the cane for a new Fenwick glass rod. Over time glass turned to graphite which then turned to whatever the flavor of the day was. You know the drill. Every time I changed rods or technologies I felt something was missing. It wasn’t until later in life (1998) that I fished with a fellow who had an Orvis cane rod. He let me cast it that day fishing BWOs to rising trout on the Crowsnest and the light went on. That’s what I was missing. That feeling of being connected to the rod. Feeling the line through every movement of the cast. It was then that I knew I wanted a bamboo rod again. Being a do it yourself type of guy and having found George Barne’s book in a used book store I took on the task of building my own rod. Thus the journey began. Here I am in my late forties making rods and not fishing enough during the summer months like I did in my youth.
In 2003 to make things come full circle I put a cane rod in my eldest son’s hand at the age of 8. It was the least I could do.Number of View :1268