I don't have a photo for today as I have found time to be scheduled in too tightly. I thought I would say I was going to go fishing today but I don't think that sitting on ice would be that fun, but maybe it is. So I will just give you a shot of my dad's old fishing lure, and maybe I will just show you a few more than just one.
This was my dad's emergency kit when he would go fishing on the little lakes around Osceola. He had a larger tackle box which he gave to his grandsons but this one he kept with the dream that he might go fishing again one last time.
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It's ones that we still carry in our tackle box when we go out in a special compartment and I swear these work so much better than the newer ones. =)
So many different lures. I wonder if the fish have a hard time picking their favorite.
They are remarkably beautiful : not that I would expect the fish to appreciate them
On the Contrary Alan, the ones that get caught do thats why they get caught.?
Oh, what great looking lures! My dad was a fisherman too...wish I had some of his old lures too. Its kind of odd...he was born in Osceloa County (northern Iowa). Small world, isn't it?
Do you ever get a chance to use your Dad's fishing lures? The first one is a beauty.
I don't fish but all my siblings do...somehow I can't see a tackle box without smelling that 'fishy' smell...
Good looking lures:)
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