I'll Keep The Rod - Afterall, I Built It
The 'old bag' is starting to bug me.
I mean, how long has it been, three weeks, a month?
Sure the dining room table is littered with stuff, sandpaper, steel wool, paint brushes, cardboard box, phone book and National Geo's for added weight, Olaf knife, masking tape, can of varathane, threads, used lint free cloths, can of pressurized air, acrylic artist's ink and pens, thinnner and beer cans; but I'm in the middle of project here.
I've got eight coats of Varathane on the butt section wraps and six on the tip. I expect I'll do one or two more coats on the hook-keeper wrap and the decorative wrap that have the gold insert. The gold sticks up more than the other threads and needs more protection. The tip will take one more, I figure.
I'm seeing the rise behind that rock.
Of course, I could remove the guide on the tip section that doesn't quite seem to line up, but, first I have to figure out which one is out of line. Every time I look at it I change my mind on the culprit.
Then I could start over.
And the sighing....the sighing, the sighing....
These wraps look so pretty, like rubies (really), that I'm loathe to bugger the whole thing up at the very end.
I guess, if I give the section between the keeper and decorative wrap another coat of poly and keep lots of acetone and clean rags nearby I could take a shot at signing it.
How do you think she'd take it if I gave it to her for Valentine's Day?
Not the rod.
I don't like her that much.
"There are no steelhead".
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