When you consider how many items come and go in your life in terms of things acquired, collected and later discarded, it's amazing that I've still got my fishing tackle more or less intact. I haven't not used it in a lot of years and many house moves, but it is still with me. Thank everything! What's even more unlikely is that one of my fishing rods is the first one that I was given when I was a small lad of about eight.
My uncle was, and remains to this day is, an extremely enthusiastic fisherman and even in those days had tons of fishing tackle that he just kept building up even though a lot of it of it was duplicated, and he gave me one of his fishing rods. It's a ten foot fibre glass model, in brown and has a great comfortable cork handle with sliding holders for holding the reel.
I only actually have 2 fishing rods, which I realise is very pathetic when real fishers will have at least half a dozen in their tackle bag at any given time, the other one is a super lightweight carbon fibre thing I got when I went to Christchurch for a maggot drowning weekend break for the 1st time.
Even some of my other fishing tackle goes back to that debut ever adventure with my father and uncle to a gravel pit near St Albans. I remember very little of course, except that I landed a brace of Roach (may have been Rudd) and that I was wearing my 1st ever parka jacket which was green and had a grey furry lining to the hood. Isn't it amazing, the bits that stick in the memory?
Since I'm planning a trip to the waterside in the very near future I'm going to have to update and replace much of my fishing tackle. I'm not expecting to require any new fishing rods but I have to pay close attention to things like hooks, line and above all nets as I expect that times have moved on and the stuff I've got is mostly outlawed now. In fact I know my landing and keep nets are, though a squirrel demolished my landing net when I caught it. I was not being cruel, it had fallen from a tree and was jumping around my back garden dragging it's smashed back legs behind it and I had to get it for the RSPCA man who came to collect it.
I was looking into which of the fishing tackle shops in the area I was going to patronise, and then just by chance I was using the iPhone app AroundMe which discovered one about 200 yards from my house, so that sorted out that issue. At least I hope it is a shop as the address is an industrial estate and it may just be that it's a store for an online fishing tackle shop. Ah well, the fun will be in the finding out.
So when I do buy all my new, up to date and legal fishing tackle sorted out, I hope it stays with me as long as the old stuff, and indeed that my son will find a use for it when the time comes for me to take him out and teach him how to catch a fish.
20110119
My uncle was, and remains to this day is, an extremely enthusiastic fisherman and even in those days had tons of fishing tackle that he just kept building up even though a lot of it of it was duplicated, and he gave me one of his fishing rods. It's a ten foot fibre glass model, in brown and has a great comfortable cork handle with sliding holders for holding the reel.
I only actually have 2 fishing rods, which I realise is very pathetic when real fishers will have at least half a dozen in their tackle bag at any given time, the other one is a super lightweight carbon fibre thing I got when I went to Christchurch for a maggot drowning weekend break for the 1st time.
Even some of my other fishing tackle goes back to that debut ever adventure with my father and uncle to a gravel pit near St Albans. I remember very little of course, except that I landed a brace of Roach (may have been Rudd) and that I was wearing my 1st ever parka jacket which was green and had a grey furry lining to the hood. Isn't it amazing, the bits that stick in the memory?
Since I'm planning a trip to the waterside in the very near future I'm going to have to update and replace much of my fishing tackle. I'm not expecting to require any new fishing rods but I have to pay close attention to things like hooks, line and above all nets as I expect that times have moved on and the stuff I've got is mostly outlawed now. In fact I know my landing and keep nets are, though a squirrel demolished my landing net when I caught it. I was not being cruel, it had fallen from a tree and was jumping around my back garden dragging it's smashed back legs behind it and I had to get it for the RSPCA man who came to collect it.
I was looking into which of the fishing tackle shops in the area I was going to patronise, and then just by chance I was using the iPhone app AroundMe which discovered one about 200 yards from my house, so that sorted out that issue. At least I hope it is a shop as the address is an industrial estate and it may just be that it's a store for an online fishing tackle shop. Ah well, the fun will be in the finding out.
So when I do buy all my new, up to date and legal fishing tackle sorted out, I hope it stays with me as long as the old stuff, and indeed that my son will find a use for it when the time comes for me to take him out and teach him how to catch a fish.
20110119
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