Every lure has a story to tell
Once upon a time, a 10-year-old boy stepped to the bank of his neighborhood creek with a single rod and reel spooled with fishing line of unknown vintage, a rusty hook, a few split shot and a cup of garden worms freshly dug a few minutes before he set out for the creek. The young fellow was ready for anything – or at least whatever swam in the runs between the riffles. He was a happy fisher. His frequent visits to the banks of the creek were the building blocks for the foundation of his lifelong passion for fishing. Decades later, the happy fisher boy is a happy fisherman, and I ...