My memory, among many, of the Boron’s was while anchored in a lightening storm on Anderson’s Reef back in the mid ’80’s–on Lake Mille Lacs. We were in a tourney and needed one more to limit out so we stayed out in the threatening weather. The line coming out of the tip of rods to the bobbers was floating high in the electrified air. Our hair was being pulled through the vents on our hats. But we fished on…after all–“winning isn’t everything, it’s the ONLY thing!” LOL
Then my partner’s bobber sunk….he set the hook straight up. And the old Boron rod flew the length of the boat out of his hands and landed in front of me. I knew he had gotten shocked but also knew if I held the rod horizontally, all would be good—and besides–the fish was still on it and we NEEDED that! So–after netting the fish and checking his underwear, he realized there was hole melted in the front of his rain jacket…most likely from the butt end of his rod in the process of setting the hook.
Yep…. had a lot of those Boron rods. Liked them all back then…