In the late 1970's when I was first fanatically collecting design clay chips, a dealer in Long Beach, CA directed me to a small house in the next block saying that the fellow there had chips. I went, I knocked, the door opened; an older man (I no longer say "old man" given my now age); heard my request and invited me in. There in a small living room was an "older woman" sitting in the dark, knitting and there on the ceiling were hudndreds of lures, reels and other fishing stuff; hanging from the walls were more lures and reels. The small dining room led to his den and there were thousands of lures all over. He gave me three chips (steers that I did not at that time have) and promised me all of his chips (and he had a lot of different design chips) if I would find a certain Kentucky reel he wanted. I didn't find the reel and I didn't get his chips.