Five years ago fly-fishing was a 4-letter word to me. I vowed I would never fly-fish. The main reasons for the dislike of flyfishing were a few bad encounters with fly-fishers who thought they were Gods gift to fishing. Then 4 years ago someone gave me a old fiberglass rod and an old reel. I left this outfit at home the first year. Then for some reason, must of been the power of the dark side, I took the fly rod with me on a fishing trip. Well a few years and Sage, Orvis, Ross, vice and feathers later, I went on my first trip without the spinning rod. Mind you I haven't used the spinning rod for over a year, but I always had it for a back up. Just in case. Another one falls to the dark side.