Each rod carried the line, bounced back quickly and delivered the fly far ahead of Le Gardeur, depositing the insect imitations onto the slick grass next to Backwater Angler. To the drivers in the passing cars on York Road in Monkton, the rods were likely indistinguishable. For Le Gardeur, though, the differences were many. And every time he picked up and swung the bamboo rod, he'd sigh softly and smile: "Listen to that sound. Just perfect."