Hey Kids, Get off My Lawn!I hesitantly write this post at the risk of sounding like a curmudgeon, but I'm pretty sour about this one. Plus, I've been rather uninspired to write since the fishing in Georgia...so bear with this rant of less than epic proportions.
"Support your local fly shop!"
That's what the lecturing masses say...
Me? I say...
I sent the (only) local fly shop that shall remain unnamed a message through their social media page basically informing them that I'd like to spend just shy of $350 in their store. You'd probably like a quick $350 if you were a retailer in a "dying" industry, right?
I asked if they were able to pre-order a reel ($250) and also when their next round of saltwater fly fishing classes would be held ($100) since the last one posted on their website was in March. Pretty simple questions.
Did I mention that was back on May 1st?
Today is the 15th.
Did I also mention they've posted 7 times to that social media page since?
It's not going unchecked.
Selfies over $$$, makes sense to me.
Two weeks later, still no reply.
I must have the wrong currency in my wallet.
Oh well...off to the internet it is.
Maybe I can find a fly shop in Pennsylvania that can help out with that reel...
Heck, I don't even like fly fishing with reels.
At least I tried.
*end of rant*