I was there last Monday for a few hours in the afternoon. Caught 8 LDR'd another 4. Had a reel issue which brought on a series of entanglements with the 'Russians' on the other bank. I thanked the initial caster for reeling my fly in and unhooking it, then upon reeling back up my spool popped off into the drink. I fished it out, put it back on and by then another had already snagged me again. I yelled across to him to just go ahead and cut the line. 'No, no I can get it for you' he yelled back, and he did. And once again my spool dove for the drink. And my line still being out there was promptly caught up again. I just new there'd be a scowl and and an angry cut off. I yelled sorry and said just go ahead and cut it. 'No no I can get your hook back for you" came the rather pleasant reply. This time I stripped it back as fast as I could and went and sat down for some repair. It was cool. They may be 'foreigners' but they are still brothers. And gentlemen.
Turned out that the shop dude where I bought this (not here) hadn't seated the clutch down properly when he converted it over to left hand retrieve so on a longish reel-up the turning spool unscrewed the gear from it's threads forcing the spool off the center post, and into the drink. You know what they say about wanting something done right.
Last edited by Ed Wahl; 05-02-2021 at 07:28 PM.
Elwood: It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses.
Jake: Hit it.
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