Anyway my rootless lifestyle is not what I intended scribing about this brightly lit yet bone chilling day. But there is a thin connection betwixt oncoming movement and this post. Realising that I have still many boxes to sort and lighten my load for each move I pushed myself one more to delve into the boxes that contain my past life's belongings. Now if you have indeed read past posts you may recall (if you managed to remain awake that is) that I'm starting to not only rid myself of modern, throw away, trappings but that I am replacing said items with older, more crafted items. I'm not the sort to buy old items just to boast about them and lock them away in dust filled drawers to be occasionally taken out and pawed at as my precious. These items are to be used as intended, given back their old life if you like.
One of the items purchased is a split cane fishing rod, a right little beauty if I say so myself, and I briefly mentioned it here. As I trawled through the 'boxes of my past' I came across a forgotten treasure gifted to myself by my sister nearly forty years ago as herself and husband took me out on my first course fishing adventures.
|A Pflueger 822 with spares|
|The Pflueger mated to the split cane|
I have many happy memories of using this small reel and the fish it helped me catch, from tough fighting Tench to the piratical shoals of marauding Perch. It seems to suit the split cane with its red highlights reflecting the rods reel holder's colouring and it also gives the rod balance in my hand. This year I'm hoping to use this combination of old fishing tackle, using traditional baits, to make some fresh happy memories. Of course I'll be sure to report back the successes and the failures of these adventures. For now take care of yourselves.