It's no secret that I've finally gotten around to playing with my Redington Butter Stick here in the Minnesota Driftless Area. I've been teasing that I'd write more about it soon, because I had actually planned to do so by now. Truth is, I'm still learning NOT to cast this fiberglass rod like a graphite stick. I even resorted to some lawn casting at the campground last Saturday afternoon before I trekked downstream past sundown. I need one more weekend with my mellow, yellow friend before I start telling stories about it.
One quick tale: While I was lawn casting out in front of the Mobile Hotel®, our campsite neighbor popped up from his chair and watched me for a few casts. He and his wife, both retired, recently decided to take up fly angling. He watched me make several casts and then asked, "How do you get it to unroll like that at the end?" I was simultaneously pleased and horrified... Talk about the blind leading the blind!
