When you remember how many possessions come and go in your life in terms of things purchased, collected and later given away, it's amazing that I've still got my fishing tackle more or less complete. I haven't not used it in very many years and too many house moves, but it's still here. Thank everything! What's even more unlikely is that one of my fishing rods is the 1st one that I was given when I was a small chap of about 8.
My uncle was, and continues to be is, a mad keen tackle dangler and even in those days had masses of fishing tackle that he just kept adding to even though most of it was duplicated, and he gave me one of his fishing rods. It is a 10 foot fibre glass model, in brown and has a marvellous comfortable cork handle with sliding grips for fixing the reel.
I only actually possess two fishing rods, which I acknowledge is very pathetic when actual anglers will have a minimum of half a dozen in their bag at any given time, the other is a super lightweight carbon fibre job I bought when I went to Christchurch for a fishing weekend break for the first time.
Even some of my other fishing tackle goes back to that debut ever adventure with my dad and uncle to a gravel pit close to St Albans. I can't remember much of course, except that I caught a brace of Roach (may have been Rudd) and that I was wearing my 1st ever parka overcoat which was green and had a grey furry lining to the hood. Isn't it amazing, the things that stick in the memory?
Because I am planning a come back to the riverbank in the very near future I am going to have to update and replace a lot of of my fishing tackle. I'm not expecting to want any new fishing rods but I have to pay close attention to things like hooks, line and mainly nets as I expect that times have moved on and the stuff I've got is mostly forbidden now. In fact I know my landing and keep nets are, though a squirrel demolished my landing net when I caught it. I wasn't being cruel, it had fallen from a tree and was dashing 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 completely by luck I was using the iPhone app AroundMe which located one about 200 yards from my house, so that settled that argument. At least I hope it is a shop as the address is an industrial estate and it might just be that it's a headquarters for an online fishing tackle shop. Still, the fun will be in the finding out.
So when I do have all my new, up to date and legal fishing tackle sorted out, I hope it remains with me as long as the old stuff, and indeed that my boy will find a use for it when the time arrives for me to take him out and instruct him how to catch a fish.
20110119
My uncle was, and continues to be is, a mad keen tackle dangler and even in those days had masses of fishing tackle that he just kept adding to even though most of it was duplicated, and he gave me one of his fishing rods. It is a 10 foot fibre glass model, in brown and has a marvellous comfortable cork handle with sliding grips for fixing the reel.
I only actually possess two fishing rods, which I acknowledge is very pathetic when actual anglers will have a minimum of half a dozen in their bag at any given time, the other is a super lightweight carbon fibre job I bought when I went to Christchurch for a fishing weekend break for the first time.
Even some of my other fishing tackle goes back to that debut ever adventure with my dad and uncle to a gravel pit close to St Albans. I can't remember much of course, except that I caught a brace of Roach (may have been Rudd) and that I was wearing my 1st ever parka overcoat which was green and had a grey furry lining to the hood. Isn't it amazing, the things that stick in the memory?
Because I am planning a come back to the riverbank in the very near future I am going to have to update and replace a lot of of my fishing tackle. I'm not expecting to want any new fishing rods but I have to pay close attention to things like hooks, line and mainly nets as I expect that times have moved on and the stuff I've got is mostly forbidden now. In fact I know my landing and keep nets are, though a squirrel demolished my landing net when I caught it. I wasn't being cruel, it had fallen from a tree and was dashing 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 completely by luck I was using the iPhone app AroundMe which located one about 200 yards from my house, so that settled that argument. At least I hope it is a shop as the address is an industrial estate and it might just be that it's a headquarters for an online fishing tackle shop. Still, the fun will be in the finding out.
So when I do have all my new, up to date and legal fishing tackle sorted out, I hope it remains with me as long as the old stuff, and indeed that my boy will find a use for it when the time arrives for me to take him out and instruct him how to catch a fish.
20110119
