I wanted to go fishing at the Four Mile Run outlet this past Sunday, but had less time than I anticipated, so I just hit a familiar spot under Chain Bridge, on the Virginia side. I tried a couple of things over the course of an hour an a half, but wasn't getting so much as a nibble. Tied on an olive wooly bugger for a few final casts, and on my very last one, I was reeling in nice and slow, hoping to get something off the bottom, when I snagged. I tried various tricks, to no avail. Getting aggravated, I started pulling, hoping my leader would give way before my line, when >crack< my rod broke at the first ferrule. Orvis 8 Wt Zero Gravity. Kaput.
To say I'm ticked off at myself would be a vast understatement.