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Re:The Hand of God, and Bamboo Rods 16 Years, 8 Months ago
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Arizona Bruce wrote:
Yeah, but what about my immortal soul? Can I say "no" to The Lord.
Too late, anyhow. Buzz and I have been talking about him making me a rod from one of the nice blanks he has access to.
I can't wait to land a 40# Dorado on a 5 wt. bamboo!
I thought your post might be a troll about throwing money away on a "made in China" rod when there are now a gazillion American rod makers from whom you could purchase a rod for just a little more money.
I was wrong.
This Buzz guy must really hate you.  (Don't asked, you'll know soon enough).
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"Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadow, rivers that have eroded down deep in a mountain's belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet's history exposing the texture of time itself."
— Harry Middleton (Rivers of Memory)
"Each night as I haul myself onto the back of county garbage truck no. 2, there is a familiar wind, some thread of moonglow or starlight, a splatter of dark rain on my skin, something that stirs my memory, and again, if even for a brief moment, I am on some mountain river, some stretch of bright water, full of possibilities, including the possibility of trout, perhaps one that, when hooked, will haul me in and out of time, in and out of life's mysterious and frightening, wondrous and incomprehensible continuum, even to the edges of the universe." -- Harry Middleton
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