When my Grandfather passed away years ago I asked to keep a few things of his that had meaning to me.
No one in my family argued.
I spent countless days on this creek that ran through the town I grew up in and the farm my grandparents owned with my "Pawpaw"(as we called him) loading up stringers of channel cats with him using beef liver.
Id give anything to sit and talk with that man on one of those creek banks again. When times were more simple.
This rod has been around for as long as I can remember, and has had several 33s through it. Probably worn out cause he spooled it with 40 lb test mono.
His reels were always greased up with Marvel Mystery Oil.
I even remember when he broke the tip off shutting the rod in his tailgate and didn't want to spend 5 bucks to replace it at the bait shop so he found a broke in half rod of mine, cut the smallest guide off and glued the heck out of it.
And that red Sears Roebuck tackle box went everywhere. I don't even want to clean it out.
To be sappy, going through all my junk today brought me back to my youth and so many other memories. I have this rod on my rack with all the other "fancy" ones as my grandfather would have called them so I can remember every chance I get.
I urge you folks to think back to where you began. Our world today moves so fast and something as simple as fishing where an old man and a boy sitting on a creek bank can be easily forgotten.
If you have kids take em out doing something. If you dont have kids Im sure there is some where some way you can find some that you can take.
Enjoy the rest of your weekends.