Grandfather’s Rapala

Posted: July 29, 2011 in Gone Fishing
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Thursday, forecast for the weekend, not good. So, what to do? In a vague search for inspiration I decide to sort through some of the old tackle we fisherfolk invariably keep stashed about the house.

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.

Finnish Minnow

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”

Minnows Unboxed

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.

Grandfather's Rapala

  1. loughcorrib says:

    I have similar old stuff from my grandfather.My advice hold on to it pass it on in time.It’s the memories associated with these objects that are their true value.Just imagine using it and losing it to a fish,How would you feel.My tuppence worth of advice !

  2. Angler Gang says:

    That’s awesome! I’d keep it.

  3. Pam says:

    I once had my dad’s Heddon Crazy Crawler that he’d used when I was knee-high. Wind gust, stuck in tree, pulled and pulled, it fell out into the water. Finally drifted over to where I was and was picked up, kissed, then put back in my tackle box. Told my dad the story a couple of months later and pulled the lure out to show him. He says to me, “Pam, where are it’s wings?” You got it, they were long gone. I’ll never take another chance with one of my sentimental lures. I’m pretty sure I have about 10 of those (yours) in a tackle box in my garage. Same look, though may not be wood, not sure how old they are. Email me your snail mail and I’ll send ya one to use sometime. :o)

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