

Although Erna may have been very strict about many matters, when it came to cooking the catch and fishing, she must have been heaven's answer to the fisherman husband. Her short steel pole with an open face casting reel and black ice line was silent after Les died in the mid-seventies. Most likely it had been put in the rafters of the garage the summer before. In handling it even now, it gives Old Trunks a sense of awe with its heavy line and no brake system to stop the line after casting. One had to have a great thumb to stop the line lest one has to pick out a back lash. What is a back lash? That is when the line gets all snarled up and buried on the spool and you either pick it out with a crochet hook or use a different rod/reel until you are back at camp. But only if the bite is really on does one lay down equipment in need of attention.
Now, personally, I need three combinations. It is rare I have a miserable tangle up that I can't solve. What happens is simple. I just lay it down and use something else. I can't untangle jewelry in a mess nor can I do puzzles. Eventually, Tom will pick it up and work on the snag long before we are dock side. Might be some ghostly voice coming from his father saying, "Untangle your own snags". Maybe.
One of the things that seem so odd to me in looking at the old Johnson pictures is the fish are on stringers or held in a vertical position. Maybe it is because we are catch and release and do not string the fish nor do we generally hold them vertical.
Trust you have had a bite today.
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