"I'll never forget the day I got to cast a real, by God, 8-foot 6-weight Garrison. It was the first genuinely classic rod I'd ever gotten my hands on and when I walked out on the owner's lawn with it and began to cast, I thought the sky would open up, a shaft of light would descend, and everything would suddenly become clear. What beame clear was that I was casting a perfectly seviceable 6-weight, maybe a little on the slow side for my taste."
Having had similar experiences myself, I wonder how many others have felt the same way. In our quest to find the romance in our sport and passion, do we want to believe these rods possess supernatural powers that in reality don't exist? With all due respect to the our rod making forefathers who laid the groundwork with their tapers, my own experience has been that while most "classics" are fine casting instruments (except that one Payne Parabolic, yuck!), there hasn't been one that made me think it's truly a better casting rod than a well-made rod from a modern day maker. To the contrary, some of the best rods I've ever cast ARE the products of modern day makers.
joel

I'm lucky to have
a good friend who's also a rodmaker and to have him live close by. Dangerous! Eric's post brought back some smiles. That "expectation"
thing...
