Reminds me of my dad sneaking new guns past my mom. His secret was his double-wide gun case. He’d leave with one in the case, and come home with two. Then he relied on the fact that she couldn’t tell them apart. Eventually, though, they moved to a new house and he had to come clean, seeing as how his collection had grown from a half dozen rifles to over thirty.
I used the rummage sale line last year for a fly rod. I think she’d be suspicious if I used it again. Maybe I can get Bob Moore to beat up an Okuma reel for me, rub some mud on the outside, and put a sticker on it that says $2.
Ben