It was early May 1968. I was digging through my father’s old tackle box and reminiscing. My dad and I had spent many days and nights fishing together. We caught every fish that swam in the Kickapoo River.
We wandered to the Mississippi and caught everything from mammoth sheep head to tiny perch. Every moment was etched in my memory.
I opened a reel box in the tackle box and just sat there and stared at it. I thought my mom had lost it or some bargain hunter had purchased it from my mom.
They don’t make reel knobs like that anymore.
Great deal Len. Glad you gound this! What a wonderful suprise!!I have my Grandpas reels. He died prior to my birth, bummer. But anyways I have several Shakespears and Pfluegers. One is new in the box. Story has it thoscwas some sort of supreme, fancy mode Grandpa somehow won in 1964 I believe. He was so proud of it, he never used it. Retail on it was something like $45 back then. I have acquired a curio cabinet and will someday display these old reels with their boxes, various lures, and other nick nacks. Most of iis lures were taken andvused by an older cousin long ago. Gotta wonder what he had. Cousin fished as a kid a little bit,but no longer. They are long gone. But I cherish these relics of my family’s outdoors heritage.
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