Dad's good fising rod back in the 50s was a Heddon Pal Spook. It was fiberglass when the rest of the family rod collection were metal. (One of these he won in a 1949 beard contest for our town's fiftieth. I still have it.) When I reintroduced him to fishing in the 80s, I used the blank and rebuilt the rod for him to use. He would catch a northern off the dock, then head up to the lodge for a Stewart sandwich and a "Blue" and wait for me to come in with the boat to show me what he had caught.
Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.
Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)
Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.
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