Bill Wetzel with a humorous riff on fly rods vs."real" rods.
The quiet serene sanctity of the Back Bay drained its ebbing tide along the spring cord grass, as the arc of the rod and the draw of the line put the fly in position for dorsal fins to rise and bring the morning to its completion. Give me a break. I just can’t take the sissy wand and all the bologna that goes with it. I know some of you are already thinking that I am a snobby prick that does not know his ass from his elbow. I will not confirm or deny, but I will have some fun here.
LINK (via: Surfcaster's Journal)