So many of them are rotten, or soft, or gnarled. Or they're too fragile, or too green. And he doesn't like them too smotth, That doesn't interest him. He wants a little roughness, something interesting. Something a bit difficult, something that represents a bit of a challenge. Seems like he wants a stick to be a metaphor, or something.
I have found two perfect ones of late and am determined to keep them in circulation. There's a small oak tree near the start and end of my walk. It has one of those green plastic protectors around the base of its trunk, forming my very own outdoor umbrella stand.