That was at the Sandy Clave, the "Woodstock of spey", kind of like a Star trek convention without the blue facepaint--peace, love and whiskey. so I'm flailing away with a 16' 10/11, a total embarassment...Mike walks by, gives a look, makes one comment, "pause for the loop, it's a longbelly" and I stepped up to newb level with the rod...one comment. The man completely knows his shyte, and knows exactly how to communicate it. 'course it helps to listen, too! rock on, Mike!