Shopping options for anglers to be expanded
“Mesmerized” is the perfect word to describe my earliest recollections of a place where my fascination with fishing intersected my aspirations to do it well and often. On a mid-summer morning sometime late in the Eisenhower administration, Dad and I first crossed the threshold of a small-town fishing tackle store into a new and exotic world. The wood floors creaked under our feet and the distinctive scents of nightcrawler dirt and minnow tanks wafted to our nostrils. My eyes feasted on walls decorated with oversized posters of heritage brands like Arbogast, Heddon, Rebel and ...