It was during this seemingly futile search, as is often the case, I stumbled upon a plastic and cardboard Time Machine. Three and a half inches of the past.
My Grandfather passed several years ago now, he’d live a full life, a grazier, a bushman, a sailor and an angler. Proud and aloof, a patriarchal figure for a growing boy and a young man to look up to.
Even in my earliest angling memories, he is there, obscure, half recalled but there. Now in a bag of old tackle, at the back of the wardrobe I find some of his gear my mother had saved for me. At the time it was too much, and I’d put it aside for a later date. I guess, eventually, I forgot all about it. Until now…
An Original Rapala Wobbler, The “Original Finnish Minnow”
Now I’m not sure how old this is, in fact it’s probably not anything special. But it’s wood and ‘individually tested’. I’ve not seen anything like it.
My Grandfather’s Rapala still in the cardboard box. Made in Finland, with the instruction sheet and all. So many images of the old guy flash through my mind as I look at this thing.
Should I keep it, as a memento, a reminder of the man who never got use it? Or do I take it out and bag some fish as a tribute? I’m not sure what I’d even target with it.