The first fish to christen the rod was a fat little Gill, and why would I expect anything otherwise. The rod proved to be unbelievably accurate. Allowing me to drop my fly into the smallish pockets free of August algae.
The casting stroke was a perfect fit and exactly what I was hoping for, with plenty of backbone yet not too much.
Late summer, small ponds, poppers & glass.
A perfect combination with bit of 1963 renaissance thrown in.