INSTEAD OF BEING MIXED IN WITH ALL THE OTHER SPINNING REELS under the glass counter at Harry’s Army Navy in New Jersey, the Fin-Nor Ahabs sat in their own case trimmed with faux teak and illuminated by tiny interior lights. The reels were presented like Rolex watches, and with price tags north of $300, they were the most expensive spinners in the joint.
For a year, I squirreled away money earned washing cars at a dealership to buy a Fin-Nor Ahab. In 2000, I was a senior in high school, addicted to the striper surf
