Pursuing the Pull™... I’ve never known a company slogan to so perfectly describe the driving force in my life. In the same vein, I’ve never used a product that has fit my somewhat unreasonable demands on the water of getting the ever-loving crap beaten out of it, performing impeccably, repeating the process…and after all that… still looking good and kicking ass.
Well done 3-TAND!
To put it lightly, and the boys at Rise Fishing Co. will attest, I’m not nice to my gear. I don’t like my rods to look shiny and brand new. Cork is supposed to be weathered with the grit that comes with the hunt. Not virginal….and clean. Why do I want anyone to to ask themselves....like seriously bro – do you even fish...when they catch a glimpse of my gear.
Reels? It’s the same thing. Whereas most folks have a mild heart attack over a mere scratch on their fish-winch, I welcome them as battle scars. Memories literally engrained into the mechanism that connects man and beast. That’s nothing to frown about.
Which brings me to my next point…the T-70 from 3-TAND. These lightweight, DURABLE, MAINTENANCE FREE, COMPLETELY SEALED merchants of fish humility have never let me down. Period!
I’ve dragged them in sand, dropped them on concrete, dunked them in mud, and in one, particularly harrowing scenario around a campfire - almost lit one on fire (flaming tomahawks and fly rods do and do not mix – use your own discretion). Even with such a laundry list of abuse, these reels keep coming back for more.
"To put it lightly, 3-TAND Fly Reels are built to take an ass-kicking
while simultaneously dishing one out!"
For those who pursue the pull, we know no limits when it comes to our mission as fishing fanatics. There is no better piece of machinery that can be had to complete the mission.
I first fell in love with 3-TAND reels while fishing the waters in and around The District of Columbia (DC) during the epic springtime melee known as – “SHADNESS MADNESS.”
This annual event is perhaps the most looked forward to annual event of the year...outside of cherry blossoms, Fourth of July fireworks, and a inevitable Redskins’ Super Bowl win. This magical time of year when the tidal Potomac River transforms into a boon of life teeming with anadromous species on their quest to spawn at the headwaters.
For these precious few weeks the river springs to life and the District turns into a world-class fishery. The event reveals an impressive angling populous that hides in the shadows of one of the most powerful cities in the world for most of the year.
During SHADNESS MADNESS thousands of folks set their alarm clock to 4:45am, pack their work clothes separately, and adopt the collective sense of, “time to cowboy up, this won’t last forever”.
As the days grow longer, any free moment from work and responsibilities are spent on the water at Fletcher’s Cove and Boathouse. I have to believe more sick days are used during this month than any other time of year in our beloved District. The fishing can be that good!
Like any prolonged period of good fishing, you’ve got to be prepared for the grind.
"The fishing is not good ALL the time. It’s good only at the RIGHT time."
The first few days of the run are downright fun. You’re fueled off adrenaline and pure fish-freak optimism. Your tackle is organized and immaculate, fly boxes pristine and swollen from a harsh winter cooped up indoors. And if you’re not catching fish there’s always the excuse that, “the run isn’t in full swing yet”.
Life is good. But after a couple weeks that stupid thing called life starts catching up to you. Maybe you lose a few flies, break a rod, have a couple slow days, and stub your toe heading out the door in the morning. Maybe you miss the best weekend bite of the year for a wedding, or leave that precious cup of coffee on the roof of your car. It happens.
Eventually everything catches up. Your body; wrecked from rowing a 500lb wooden skiff in 30,000 CFS starts to bark. Your hands; cut up from face grabs, synching knots, and time on the sticks, are practically useless. Your gear, relatively neat from a winter of nothing-else-to-do quickly becomes thrashed. Your fly boxes are a shell of their former self, and your tackle seemingly disorganizes itself at a rapid pace. But somehow, someway this is how it’s supposed to be.…and only then will things fall into place.
Any sane person would take a day off, but you keep pushing. Trying to make sense out of something that makes no sense. You stay in hot pursuit of that perfect moment, the one that you’ll remember for the rest of your life. The one that you earned. The one that separates you from the rest of the crowd.
You keep grinding because there is no other way to materialize a 30lb striped bass out of District waters. Sure there is luck, but luck is fleeting. The moment somehow cheapened when you know in your heart it was a fluke and you’ll never replicate that feeling or experience again.
For us in the District, that opportunity for the fish of a lifetime is fleeting. So when opportunity comes a knocking - you better be able to knock back. This is why I use 3-TAND. On April 17th, 2015 I knocked back… hard.
Contact Remick Smothers to take 3-TAND for a test, or to simply get out and have a hell of a day. Find him at: