I'm gonna have to use an alternate route to get around Kinston to keep off highway 70 to and from the coast or those tackle shops are going to be my ruination. Honestly, I only stopped to use the rest room. I walked by this rod rack and a voice kept saying " buy me"-- "buy me". When I found what was talking to me, it was a 6 ft., one piece, ultra light, FALCON. Soon as I picked it up a 5 lb. speckled hit-- I fought that fish all over the store. He got off at the checkout counter as I was paying for this new master piece. I am trying hard to justify the purchase of this rod, but not making much progress. Good Wife told me last time I bought a new one I probably needed to talk to Dr. Phil. I think its because I ain't fishing guite enough.