I bought my first Fly Rod at about the age of 13 or 14. I had a paper route and I bought myself a Bamboo fly rod made in Japan. It was a three piece with two tips. I couldn't afford a reel but I had an old bait caster that worked on it. I didn't get into that much and when I turned 23 I bought a better one and a fly reel. A 6wt Fiber glass one and a reel made by Phluger(I can't spell very good). It was a knuckle buster. It didn't have a drag and it didn't have rim control. But I fished the hell out of it.
The first one ended up in la la land. The second I sold at a yard sale. Now all I have left is 7 rods. I still don't use them all. I only have two hands.
One a the worst things about being an old coot is the incredible amount of pissin and shitting we do (not to be confused with our incredible amount of general pissin & moanin). Put on the goddamn waders and I gotta piss 10 minutes later...every 2 minutes if'n I'm swillin cheap beer outta the cooler, as is my wont.
I won't even mention that one of my disgusting early mornin wader-farts once overwhelmed a hummingbird investigatin a red wet flie on my vest.....let me tell ya, there ain't much meat there once ya skin 'em out.
One a the advantages of a sit-on-top kayak is the scupper holes...don't even hafta leave the boat to take a piss....scuppers take care of it. And don't none a ya pups be giving me any shit about water pollution...goddamn ducks, beavers, and fish be pissin all the time, and yer fine with that.
Once I figger out how to cover my wrinkly ol 'back half' with a set a grampers (hell, the asstronauts do it)...I'll be able to stay out for hours without puttin a foot ashore. Maybe I could use one a my old hernia trusses to rig sumpin up.
Then....there's my hemmerhoids...but that's enough for now.