I almost feel like one of those policemen in the films, waving their hands and calling out “Move on – there’s nothing to see here!” Nevertheless, I shall retell my short tale of woe.When last Friday came around I was utterly knackered, and couldn’t have dug out, and carted around, the heavy beach gear even if I’d wanted to. Dai and I were both itching to get our lure accounts opened, so we decided to hit up the Neath River.The conditions were lovely when we arrived, with an hour to go until high water.
Of course, we were tackled up and in the water in no time, itching to get at the bass.
We couldn’t have been fishing for more than half an hour when, during casting, I heard a crunching noise. I couldn’t see anything, so carried on fishing. Well, I tried to.As I teed up the next cast, the rod flopped in my hand like a shot snake. A quick inspection revealed the fact that my Abu Diplomat spinning rod had suffered a catastrophic failure in the second section from the tip.
The rod didn’t just snap, it shattered, looking like a car had run over it. As I was walking, the trashed rod sounded like a packet of smashed crisps. Nightmare! What made it even worse was the fact that ut was less than a year old and had been used six times at most.That was that. I told Dai to carry on fishing, but he didn’t want to fish if I couldn’t.He messaged me later with a screenshot from the Amazon review page for this rod, which contained a few reports of smashed rods, prompting me to question the quality of the blank. I now await a response from Abu before deciding what to do next, but even if they do manage to come up with a spare section, I think I may have now lost all confidence in the rod, unsurprisingly! We shall see.