I had to make it down towards the Connecticut river today, for some other boring adult chores, but while in the area, why not check out the local fishing shop.... can't hurt, and besides, my wife even suggested that I swing by while I was in the area. Thank Goodness I did!
This, I believe, was one of those once-in-a-lifetime events. The cosmic planets of antique fishing lures aligned, and I was in the right spot at the right time. just by chance.
As I walked into the shop, I was greeted, per usual, by a dog. A black lab, or maybe some similar hunting breed... but always the same, I give him a good pet on his head, get a nice smile and wag of his tail, and I was left alone. First off, I bang a left and head straight for the tying supplies. This store specializes in salt-water stuff, but recently they must have heard the cries of trout fishermen, and beefed up the store with some feathers, supplies, etc. Basically, it looks like they took a small leap into freshwater supplies, and I was pleased to pick up some CDC, wood-duck, and tinytiny beads. (http://www.riversendtackle.com/) Way to go!
After I was all set staring at all the new shit, I noticed a small group of boat-type striper fishermen crowding around the front counter all interested in somethin.... but what??
as I got closer, I immediately noticed what it was. and I was on it like a magnet.
Somebody's grandfather died, and this local in front of me thought he could get some $$ from the store. I'm pretty sure they were friends, and everybody was talking, and holding various lures up, saying things like "remember these.." "would-ya look-at that..." and "this thing is cool looking..."
the store employee said "if there was any big 12" shit I could hang on the wall, I'd be interested" Hah!!! you kidding me? I guess we have different interests, so I won't delve into other comments.
I pretty-much threw bows, and crowded myself to the front, discussed lures, met the seller, and ended up the lucky owner of.... drumroll....... (2) tackle boxes, stuffed with all the stuff I collect. These were from a man who used to fish for Pike/Musky in Alaska in the 1950?1960's. Obviously he cared for his tackle, by keeping stuff organized, separated, and even rust free (cork trays) in what must have been, at the time, a top of the line, oversized, tackle box. this man must have been a fanatic, and I am proud to now own his box. some of the contents tell a story of how dedicated/prepared he was when it came to his fishing. ...
I could bore everyone with stories about how cool I think but instead, I'll show you some photos, and let you comment if you like them, and what you remember about old fishing tackle, or what kind of tackle you collect... Enjoy