Shortly after college dad and I were driven off Sam Rayburn by a thunderstorm on a July holiday weekend. I motored dads little bass rig up a long winding willow lined branch, tied up and we walked the trail through the woods to camp where we fried some fish. After eating we headed down to the boat where we found no rods or battery. I had two fenwick glass rods I made up with 5000 Cs and tackle box stolen.
How I wished I had returned a little earlier with my model 94.
That sucks some serious ass. In the early seventies, the 5000C was the best you could get, before the 5500C came out. I've still got my 5000 and my Dad's 5000C. I've also still got my Fenwick. In the mid-seventies I bought a Quick rod and reel, made in California, IIRC. It was a sweet rig. I was only in Jr. High, so buying it was not a small thing. Somebody ripped it off out of a Houston parking lot out of the back of my '69 Chevy C20 when I was working on the MKT railroad down there. That sucked too.
