I have a spool of fluorocarbon that is yours! It is very special fluorocarbon, 6X, 3.6 lb. I can guarantee that this fluorocarbon will not let you land any fish. It will break. Like it did this weekend when a fish that was likely right around 3.6 lb made a simple inhalational gulp of a well presented dry fly. I struck, the FC snapped. It won't even permit the satisfaction of landing a 1 lb fish, let alone a 1/2 pounder. So why would you want it then you say? This fluorocarbon is better than any psychological therapy. It induces a kind of self-examination and mood torment that might be described as serotonin diminshing, dopamine removing, opiate inhibiting and blood pressure elevating. It will result in constant disappointment and sorrow. But wait, there's more, it also leads to anger, frustration, and provocation of expletives. All of which, if you are prone to self reflection, can lead to new insights into yourself, your techniques, your gear, and motivations. It will lead to the kind of joy you can only know when you are forced to rationalize with that stupid/fantastic cliche of "that which will not kill me makes me stronger." Yes this fluorocarbon will make YOU stronger, and I will no doubt be better off when I no longer have what has proven a kind of piscatorial kryptonite in my possession. Furthermore, if you have a gentle snag on say a piece of grass that might normally pull free, this magic FC will not do so, and you will most likely lose your fly, particularly if you are terrible at finding grass colored flies in a veritable overhanging bank full of grasses. Think of the joys of playing Where's Waldo, only for your flies! They are there, you know it to be true, but they are not there because you can't see them, because of the blinding anger, impatience, lens and retinal miscommunications and mild intention shakes that limit your concentration, your motor abilities and your vision! The good news is, this fluorcarbon is so thin and imperceptable, that fish are none the wiser that the imitation they are about to attack is attached to a piece of what amounts to a stalagtite of dried saliva. Meaning if you are halfway competent and can present a fly to a run of fish, you will, guaranteed, experience these self-revelatory joys. So, friend, there is a spool of emotional miasma on my porch that, gratis, you can take with you!